Rosa:
I fear the Moonfall, I fear the
Night skies
Bright eyes will burn me
Blind me
Find me undressed and all revealing
Kneeling before his view
Helena:
Moon of fallen souls! I fear the
Night disguises you
Night arises, you will burn then
Blindingly you'll fade. But pay no
Mind to me, unrest is all I
Feel, oh English child
Ner, oh English child
Nearer than the moon am I to you
Rosa, Alice, Beatrice:
Each one of us must sometime
Wait to meet with love and never
Know its name, his name
But in the Moonfall soon all fears are few
So that soon I only see but you
