Man in the Moon Man in the Moon
like children again happy like larks in the glen
Man in the Moon
Man in the Moon
you think you are a witch on a broom and eye am a grumpy old man on the moon but you keep turning shades at night is this the ghost the one that is right it must be the Spirit is tight on the flesh you in the brain from all the refrain of the Music we sang all the old songs and danced in our hearts like children again happy like larks in the glen not you but honey not honey but sugar the white refined ogre is kind of a beast he is so sweet but then loses his mind from the pain refrain play the song over lift the bed cover walk undercover of the moon passing over the dream of the man in the Moon is it you is it me or all three of the ghosts who are me one in the night one in the day and one in the flight of the dream
Man in the Moon
you think you are a witch on a broom and eye am a grumpy old man on the moon but you keep turning shades at night is this the ghost the one that is right it must be the Spirit is tight on the flesh you in the brain from all the refrain of the Music we sang all the old songs and danced in our hearts like children again happy like larks in the glen not you but honey not honey but sugar the white refined ogre is kind of a beast he is so sweet but then loses his mind from the pain refrain play the song over lift the bed cover walk undercover of the moon passing over the dream of the man in the Moon is it you is it me or all three of the ghosts who are me one in the night one in the day and one in the flight of the dream
Man in the Moon
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