The Southern Moon
(专辑: All Souls Hill - 2022)
The
southern moon was glancing down And the
watchman was reclining On his rush-strewn bed of leaves A
horse flew out, its rider gowned And his armor, it was shining Through his pale embroidered sleeves The
watchman twisted as he dozed I
could hear his keys a-jangle In his pocket, held by string He was handsome in repose Illumined by his candles Like a
statue of a
king The
night, my dear, was cool and clear I
lay awake, too wide awake to sleep The
fall of music on the
breeze A
faint and chimy wind hymn A
wild Aeolian spell That slipped and shimmered through the
trees Sometimes shrinking to a
minim At others, bold as bells The
night, my child, was old and wild I
lay awake, too wide awake to sleep The
southern moon fell from the
sky The
candles sparked and guttered The
scene grew cold and black The
watchman snored a
lullaby Then, in his sleep, he muttered "Daisy Buchan, please come back" The
night, Bo Peep, was long and deep I
lay awake, too wide awake to sleep