[Verse 1]
Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon
Over the crinkling sea
The moon man flings a silvery net
Fashioned from moonbeams three
And some folk say that his net lies long
When the midnight hour is ripe
The moon man fishes for some old song
That fell from a sailor's pipe
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
The nodding night wind blows
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows

[Verse 2]
Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon
Over the crinkling sea
The moon man flings a silvery net
Fashioned from moonbeams three
And some folk say when that great net gleams
The waves are dusky blue
The moon man fishes for two little dreams
He lost when the world was new
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
The nodding night wind blows
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows
[Verse 3]
Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon
Over the crinkling sea
The moon man flings a silvery net
Fashioned from moonbeams three
And some folk say when that salt sea foams
And the silver net lines snare
The moon man fishes for carven combs
That float from the mermaids' hair
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
The nodding night wind blows
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows