The Man In The Moon - Andy M. Stewart

I came from the land of the long grass and gorse

I flew with the eagle and I ran with the horse

And I played with the wild wind and whistled its tune

I ebbed with the ocean and slept in the moon

And you brought me down gently

You brought me down clean

You fed me the summer

You fed me your dreams

Your hands held the wound

And heart healed the pain

And your eyes stole the light

Of the moon as it waned

We journeyed the moorlands and oceans of blue

We slept with the dawn and we rose with the dew

And we sang with the breezes of the year to be born

We lay in the long grass when the scythe took the corn

And you brought me down gently

You brought me down clean

You fed me the summer

You fed me your dreams

Your hands held the wound

And heart healed the pain

And your eyes stole the light

Of the moon as it waned

I will fall with the leaves, I’ll turn with the land

I’ll chill with the first frost that stings on your hand

But I gathered the seeds from the gorse and the broom

«I'll lay them forever,» said the Man in the Moon

And you brought me down gently

You brought me down clean

You fed me the summer

You fed me your dreams

Your hands held the wound

And heart healed the pain

And your eyes stole the light

Of the moon as it waned