Re: Child Of The Moon
Date: February 1, 2006 16:34
The wind blows rain into my face,
The sun glows at the end of the highway.
Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes.
Oh, child of the moon
Give me a wide-awake, crescent shaped smile.
She shivers, by the light she is hidden,
She flickers like a lamp lady vision.
Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes.
Child of the moon
Give me a wide-awake, cresent-shaped smile.
The first car on the foggy road riding.
The last star for my lady is pining.
Oh, child of the moon, bid the sun arise.
Oh, child of the moon
Give me a misty day, pearly gray, silver, silky faced, wide-awake,
Crescent-shaped smile.