Artemis, O Artemis, Goddess of the moon, Where are you hiding, Are you coming back soon? Your brother Apollo, God of the sun Chased you away And thought it was fun.
Come back, sweet goddess, And make it night, For now I am tired Of the bright sunlight. I long to feel the moon’s soft glow So come back out And say hello.
Goddess of the moon,
Where are you hiding,
Are you coming back soon?
Your brother Apollo,
God of the sun
Chased you away
And thought it was fun.
Come back, sweet goddess,
And make it night,
For now I am tired
Of the bright sunlight.
I long to feel the moon’s soft glow
So come back out
And say hello.