First World War Poetry Digital Archive

Jolly Yellow Moon

JOLLY YELLOW MOON by ROBERT GRAVES

Oh, now has faded from the West A sunset red as wine, And beast and bird are hushed to rest When the jolly yellow moon doth shine.

Come comrades, roam we round the mead Where couch the sleeping kine; The breath of night blows soft indeed, And the jolly yellow moon doth shine.

And step we slowly, friend with friend, Let arm with arm entwine, And voice with voice together blend, For the jolly yellow moon doth shine.

Whether we loudly sing or soft, The tune goes wondrous fine; Our chorus sure will float aloft Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine.

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