Everybody's talking up a storm Act like they don't notice it But here it is and here it comes . . . Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Impulse always quickens when it's full As it turns my head around me Yes it does and here it comes Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
God's gift I see that's moving up there into the night . . . Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light: Looks like a little brother to the sun Or mother to the stars at night And here it is and here it comes Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Breath is always taken when it's new Enhance upon the clouds around it Yes it is and here it comes Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.
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