Strange moon, strange land, strange...man.
Hold your hands your tiny horses,
Hold them, hold them kindly, man.
Low red moon,
How can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like baby?
When 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 shining night with shining eyes,
he shines around me brightly.
So now, I say this is beautiful.
I think you are, strange.
Low red moon, how can you sleep like a baby,
sleep like a baby?
But you shine so different on another.
You shine diferent 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 for a skinny girl,
and I say,
"He belongs to me.
He belongs to me.
He's a human bed of roses."
