So what, you think this is usual
Strange moon, strange land
Strange manHold your hands tightly horses
Hold them, hold them kindly
ManLow red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a babyAnd you shine so different on another
You shine different on anotherI look up and I see
The raising of an old hope
Brave and tattered
A shinning night
With shinning eyes
That shines around me brightlySo now I say, "This is beautiful"
I think you are
StrangeLow red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a babyAnd you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
Strange moon, strange land
StrangeMoon 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"
