By the light of the moon

By the light of the moon, my friend Pierrot
Lend me your pen, to write a word
My candle is out (dead), I have no more light (fire)
Open your door for me, for the love of God
By the light of the moon, Pierrot replied
I don’t have any pen, I’m in my bed
Go to the neighbor’s house, I think she’s there
Because in her kitchen, someone is using the lighter
By the light of the moon, likable Lubin
Knocks on the brunette’s door, she soon responds
Who’s knocking like that? He then replies
Open your door, for the God of Love!
By the light of the moon, one could barely see
The pen was looked for, the light was looked for
With all that looking, I don’t know what was found
But I do know that the door, was shut behind them.