Messengers

I know why the white clouds go riding on high,

They're bearing a message across the blue sky,

Oh, straight to your dwelling they're speeding away,

To find you, my dear one, and greet you today.

I know why the bright moon goes sailing above,

She's bearing a message to one that I love,

Oh, straight to your widow she's sailing away,

To bless you, my dear one, and guard you till day.