The Moon is distant from the Sea
And yet, with Amber Hands
She leads Him docile as a Boy
Along appointed Sands
He never misses a Degree
Obedient to Her eye
He comes just so far toward the Town
Just so far goes away
Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand
And mine the distant Sea
Obedient to the least command
Thine eye impose on me
