Mary was a beautiful lassie With eyes like the wild Scottish sea And all the boys in the village Would give their last shilling For a dance with sweet Mary McGee. But Mary she paid no attention For her heart had already been won By the likes of another, she would have no other Than a man who could dance with the sun. I’m in love with the man in the moon, she sighed As she sat at her window and watched him pass by How grand it would be to dance in the sky With the stars and the man in the moon I’m in love with the man in the moon. Mary’s friends begged her, lass, take a husband You’ve got men at your beck and your call Your sights are too high, take your eyes from the sky Or you’ll wind up with nothing at all. But Mary, she paid no attention For her faith was as true as her love As sure as the tide, she’d be bride Of the man in the moon up above I’m in love with the man in the moon, she sighed As she sat at her window and watched him pass by How grand it will be to dance in the sky With the stars and the man in the moon I’m in love with the man in the moon. ‘Twas Midwinter’s Night when they found her In the heather that bent to the cold And clutched in her hand was a thin wedding band Spun from the finest of gold Yes, I married the man in the moon, she cried As she laughed in the heavens, content by his side How grand it is to dance in the sky As the wife of the man in the moon I’m in love with the man in the moon. © 2022 Bluebird Flying Music. all rights reserved.