It was a sleepless night,the night of the full moon

the light streaming in,from the window

like a homeless poor soul,wanting a shade for the night

on the night of the full moon.

Under the starry sky over the hills yonder,

could hear the wolves singing the praises of the moon,

right on the night of the full moon.

could hear a cart or a two pass by ,

in the bright of the starry sky,

could hear the crickets a chirping,

on the night of the full moon.

over the hill yonder,

on that night,

saw four backs pass

steal into a house,

on the night of the full moon.

then the 4 backs

stole out with four sacks

on the night of the full moon

the sound of the hooves

still rings in my ears

with the thought should i report?

'coz the four laden sacks

contained gold to be used for the poor

for the backs were none other than

the merry men of Sherwood forest