Song of the moon stone

As the landing comes near,

My heart trembles with fear,

Will the giant hand

Take away stone and sand?

And the last time around,

When the earth's buggy didn't run aground,

They tore up my mother's heart,

And took away many a part.

I never saw our stones again,

Word came they went into a den,

And became a hundred parts,

They call them now lunar parts.

Word came that there is breeze,

And the winds there never cease,

The winds wear away earth's stones,

And lay them bare to the bones.

Don't ferret me out,

O monstrous earth's scout,

Let me be in my land,

With my stones and sand.