His plan was quite all right He escaped without a fight His feet were sore his chest was aching The ground upon the moor was quaking The moon was shining brigth His knuckles cold and white The taste of honey hanging on his lips He had the world at his fingertips As he disappeared into the night Disappeared into the night Day grow long and years pass by His puzzled mind stays unsolved His plan was quite all right He ran away from the light His love was far too great to swallow Only bats and beetles seemed to follow As he disappeared into the night Disappeared into the night Day grow long and years pass by His puzzled mind stays unsolved