So what, you think this is usual
Strange moon, strange land
Strange man
Hold your hands with ?tightly? horses
Hold'em, hold'em 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"
His arms ________________