Moon Moon

My father was a chimney weeper
«Don't look down», he said
The four winds that blow in this street
Still whisper his name
Men are long and black you see
They’re sad and smoke
Like the chimneys in the factory
And they’re always broke
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Moon Moon
The elevator boy said: «Listen
Sometimes when I’m stuck
Between the floors of this house
I can hear them sing»
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Moon Moon
Moon Moon
Moon Moon
Sometimes she cries
When there’s a wedding in town
She’s like a willow in the wind
She weeps
It’s two years, it’s so long ago
It’s two years (two years ago)
Now you’re back home
In the new found land
The path to the house is cool
Pick up the suitcase of dreams
Now your wits are wool
Moon Moon
Moon Moon
Moon Moon
Moon Moon