Oh Mister Moon, moon, bright & shining moon,
come from behind that tree.
My life's in danger, I've got to run,
here comes the man with the big Gatlin' gun
Oh Mister Moon, moon bright & shining moon,
won't you please shine down on,
(please shine down on),
please shine down on me!

That's a childhood memory of how my dad sang it 40 years ago when we travelled around Canada.