Low Red Moon

So what, you think this is usual

Strange moon, strange land

Strange man

Hold your hands tightly horses

Hold them, hold them kindly

Man

Low red moon

I'll paint you

Sleep like a baby

Sleep like a baby

And you shine so different on another

You shine different on another

I look up and I see

The raising of an old hope

Brave and tattered

A shinning night

With shinning eyes

That shines around me brightly

So now I say, "This is beautiful"

I think you are

Strange

Low red moon

I'll paint you

Sleep like a baby

Sleep like a baby

And you shine so different on another

You shine different on another

Strange moon, strange land

Strange

Moon you made me cry

When I was young

And I was young

Now I've got strong arms

Strong arms from the spinning God

And I say, "He belongs to me

He belongs to me

He's a human bed of roses"