Chanda Mama Comes Closer

On the first night, far and high, A thin, small smile is in the sky. Chanda Mama peeks from behind the hill. The fields are quiet, calm and still. A little closer, every night.

On the next night, he climbs a tree. He peeks through the leaves. Where can you be? His smile is wider, his face is bright. He fills the garden with soft, white light. A little closer, every night.

On the third night, he comes so near. He sits on our roof. "Is the baby here?" The cat looks up. The cows look too. Chanda Mama is looking for you. A little closer, every night.

On the fourth night, round and bright, He waits at my window, full of light. He shines a soft beam on my tummy round. He hears your heart, a happy sound. A little closer, every night.

Chanda Mama, kind and true, Has come this close, just for you. He cannot wait to see you smile. He says, "I will stay here for a while." A little closer, every night.

So close your eyes and rest, my love. Chanda Mama watches from above. He is close, but I am closer, dear. I hold you safe, right here, right here. A little closer, every night.