This half moon, somewhat bright...

Edelweiss, Edelweiss...every morning you greet me...small and white...clean and bright, you look happy to meet me...

This half moon, somewhat bright...
As though smiling upon the world in blight...
How so that u shine radiantly on the darkened world that befalls you?

This half moon, somewhat bright...
Through cricket chirps and the grass’ waltz...
You smirk down with light.

This half moon somewhat bright...
That you befall your grin among the constellations...
As if to complete the clouds in the dusk sky.

This half moon somewhat bright...
Like a sarcastic implore and plight...
Asking for a way and with sight.

This half moon, somewhat bright...
Like staining the black night with white...
Giving vision while the pain subsides inside.
This lonely smile in a black void hide...
This half moon, somewhat bright.

Christopher Plummer - Edelweiss