I walk in the midnight,
I sit down on the grass,
Place my hands on my face,
And try to make time pass.
I miss Lucky,
I never see him anymore,
Once daylight turns to dawn,
Midnight comes once more.
Only by the moon,
I see his figure by light,
Only by the moon,
Lucky comes at night.
But when the moon isn't full,
And Lucky doesn't show,
It's dark at night,
And then it's time for me to go.
I still sit on the grass,
And I patiently wait,
Though the moon isn't full,
It sure is late.
But once a blue moon,
Lucky shows up,
Not as he was before,
If not, but a pup.
