Moon full big, great buckets of you In scoopy great fullbright buckets of you shine like the moonbeam I can see we've made to part, we've made to part We've made to be alone We wade through the evening snow but we're not here, believe me dear The Christmas Moon is overfull And the sky light beckons silent freckled lunar landscape Half peers, half, baked Preconceptions and misdirections The green felt shoes you used to use for such evening rambles I can't stand there and watch you slip A diamond trip down to the forest of this night time We wade through the rising gloom The air that thickens, hair felt quickly A trigger love, it's hair on a trigger love On a hair trigger love We are the trigger love We wade through the evening gloom And I pull check, the silence beckons me to be I know