The Moon

The moon, it does not shine
It's a reflection of the orange
Ball nesting in the night
The moon, it was my guide
Soaring high above the forest
I followed it with pride
Would you be my north star?

And guide me
Through the mountains
And the rivers and the trees (Through the trees)
I have no home (Oh!)
Except in the sky (In the sky)
But these wings are broken
I will never fly (I cannot fly)
Though I'll try

The moon, it does not shine
It's a reflection of the orange
Ball nesting in the night
The moon, it was my guide
Soaring high above the forest
I followed it with pride
Would you be my north star?

The phases are shifting in and out, oh
Taking me where I'm supposed to go
But oh, the clouds put up a mighty fight
And I'm fading
And I'm fading from the light
Of the moon!

The moon, it does not shine
It's a reflection of the orange (Of the orange)
Ball nesting in the night (Of the orange)
The moon, it was my guide
Soaring high above the forest (Soaring high above)
I followed it with pride



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Railey
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