Silver Moon

Barks in the dark of a summertime sight
Oh, what a silver moon
Fist full of figs, and a rusty flashlight
Just dippin' along like a broken down kite

Hey, oh, what a silver moon
Sings by the light of her room
And the song is the shape of a strange balloon
Ooooooon...., silver moon

Empty the rag from a dirty glass jar
Oh, what a silver moon
We sit for a bit in a battle-cracked car
While her ice prob'ly was a single bad star

Oh, what a silver moon
Her father would be coming soon
And his hand swiftly split the clasp in two
Oooooooh...., silver moon
Oooooooh...., silver moon

We walk through the park in a summertime storm
Strangely amazed and a little bit warm
Fresh from the flash of a threshing room floor

Oh, what a silver moon
Her father would be coming soon
And the song is the shape of a strange balloon
Oooooooh...., silver moon
Oooooooh...., silver moon
Oooooooh...., silver moon

Silver moon
My silver moon
Silver moon