King Crimson - moonchild текст песни

Call her moonchild

Dancing in the shallows of a river

Lovely moonchild

Dreaming in the shadow

Of the willow.

Talking to the trees of the

Cobweb strange

Sleeping on the steps of a fountain

Waving silver wands to the

Night-birds song

Waiting for the sun on the mountain.

Shes a moonchild

Gathering the flowers in a garden.

Lovely moonchild

Drifting on the echoes of the hours.

Sailing on the wind

In a milk white gown

Dropping circle stones on a sun dial

Playing hide and seek

With the ghosts of dawn

Waiting for a smile from a sun child.