This melody came in one summer night, sitting with friends by Georgian Bay…. the images were descriptors of that evening, although I didn’t know that shadows crawled, until my friend Garth Douglas told me they did.
lyrics
Watching the red moon rise
Going right up into the sky
The world it’s turning, the moon it’s burning
Watching the red moon rise
Slipping through the dark tree line
Way above the old jack pine
The moon it’s rising, I hear the cries of
Some cat who’s locked outside
Not good or bad, not right or wrong
The moon it just do, what it does
And rises up (and rises up)
The moon looks hurtin’ bright
It’s a chasing back the night
And the shadows crawl, along the shore
A’creeping from the light
There’s a misty moonlit haze
Rolling all across the bay
We’ve got the magic rolling, and moment’s stolen
Have come here to this place
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