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 sit around and croon.
So, shine on, shine on harvest moon for me and my gal.
The bells are ringing, for me and my gal;
The birds are singing for me and my gal.
Everybody's been knowing, to a wedding they're going,
And for weeks they've been sewing, every Sue and Sal.
They're congregating for me and my gal.
The parson's waiting for me and my gal.
And someday we're going to build a little home for two,
For three or four or more
In loveland for me and my gal.