(I was strolling on the moon one day
In the merry merry months of December…May)

Come and see me soon
Is it hard to be
The last man on the moon

I’m alone
Desire’s always in bloom
I’m so far away
Come and see me soon

Because it’s hard to be
The last man on the moon

Are you sincere can I call you dear
Oh I long to hear you whisper in my ear
“Is it hard to be the last man on the moon”

Do you want to be alone
When you get old

A new life for me
Am I all at sea
Oh I long to be in tranquillity

Is it hard to be
The last man on the moon

Is it hard to be the last man on the
Hard to be the last man on the
Hard to be the last man on the moon