Crescent Moon — текст песни (cowboy junkies)

Reach a hand to the crescent moon

Grab hold of the hollow

If she sits in the palm of the left

That moon will be fuller tomorrow

If she sits in the palm of the right

That moon is on the wane

And the love of the one who shares your bed

Will be doing just the same



`wont you come with me, she said,

`theres plenty of room in my iron bed

Youre looking cold and tired

And more than a little human

I know Im not part of the life you had planned,

But I think once your body feels my hand

Your mind will change

And your heart will lose its pain



Out among the fields gently hipped

Beneath the corn,

Assiniboine bones beneath the highway

He stood there and he thought of home

A finger traces the path of a satellite

Youre drawn to a distant copse of trees

A voice as sweet as mares tail

Clings to the prairie breeze



`wont you come with me, she said,

`theres plenty of room in my iron bed

Youre looking cold and tired

And more than a little human

I know Im not part of the life you had planned,

But I think once your body feels my hand

Your mind will change

And your heart will lose its pain



Do I reach for you

When I know youre on the wane?

Do I sense you when I know youre not around?

Do I search for you

When I know you cant be found?

Do I dare to speak your name?



Raise your eyes to a moonless sky

And try to wish upon a rising star

Search all you want for her blessing

But you wont find her sparkling there

Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky

Where nothing but darkness unfolds

And watch as all around you

She reveals the brilliance of secrets untold



Wont you come with me, she said,

Theres plenty of room in my iron bed

Youre looking cold and tired

And more than a little human

I know Im not part of the life you had planned,

But I think once your body feels my hand

Your mind will change

And your heart will lose its pain