Really, Curnen did not know jazz music anywhere near as well as she knew bluegrass or folk or country or old time, but this song was one of the exceptions. The lyrics held some appeal for a Tufa, especially one who had manifested wings and flown on the night wind. Her voice lifted easily, high and pure.

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me