The night was mighty dark
So you could hardly see
For the moon refused to shine.
Couple sittin' underneath a willow tree
For love they pine.
Little maid is kinds 'fraid of darkness
So she says "I guess I'll go"
Boy begins to sigh,
Looks up at the sky
To tell the moon his little tale of woe
Oh
Shine on shine on harvest moon
Up in the sky
I ain't had no lovin' since
January, February, June or July
Snow time ain't no time to stay around and spoon
So shine on shine on harvest moon
For me and my gal.

Nothing for me thanks. I am still recovering from last weekend.