Hijo de la Luna
Fools will find it boring
There's an ancient story
A Romani lady
Conjured up the moon
With prayers that lasted till dawn
Tearfully she begged her
For a day when she would
Marry one of her own
"You will have your husband, swarthy woman,"
From the sky the moon declared her omen
"Yet as only payment
I will claim the first-born
Brought about by his touch
She who trades her own son
Not to be so lonesome
Wouldn't care for him much."
The moon would like children
But she cannot find love
In the darkness above
Tell me now, moon of silver
What you'd do with a son
Made of flesh and of blood
She would like a moonchild
She did find a husband as was promised
A dashing Romani, skin like honey
But when came a baby
It was pale and grey-eyed
Snowy, luminous moonchild
At its sight the man cried
"The boy's from a white guy!
I won't stand for this lie."
The moon would like children
But she cannot find love
In the darkness above
Tell me now, moon of silver
What you'd do with a son
Made of flesh and of blood
She would like a moonchild
Seemingly betrayed and honour damaged
Mad with thoughts of vengeance and of carnage
He went to his wife
And brandishing his knife
He plunged it into her heart
Then went up a mountain
With the newborn babe
And left it there in the dark
The moon would like children
But she cannot find love
In the darkness above
Tell me now, moon of silver
What you'd do with a son
Made of flesh and of blood
She will have her moonchild
So now every night when the child's smiling
The moon will be round and brightly shining
And if he starts weeping
She'll become a crescent cradle for him to sleep in
There's an ancient story
A Romani lady
Conjured up the moon
With prayers that lasted till dawn
Tearfully she begged her
For a day when she would
Marry one of her own
"You will have your husband, swarthy woman,"
From the sky the moon declared her omen
"Yet as only payment
I will claim the first-born
Brought about by his touch
She who trades her own son
Not to be so lonesome
Wouldn't care for him much."
The moon would like children
But she cannot find love
In the darkness above
Tell me now, moon of silver
What you'd do with a son
Made of flesh and of blood
She would like a moonchild
She did find a husband as was promised
A dashing Romani, skin like honey
But when came a baby
It was pale and grey-eyed
Snowy, luminous moonchild
At its sight the man cried
"The boy's from a white guy!
I won't stand for this lie."
The moon would like children
But she cannot find love
In the darkness above
Tell me now, moon of silver
What you'd do with a son
Made of flesh and of blood
She would like a moonchild
Seemingly betrayed and honour damaged
Mad with thoughts of vengeance and of carnage
He went to his wife
And brandishing his knife
He plunged it into her heart
Then went up a mountain
With the newborn babe
And left it there in the dark
The moon would like children
But she cannot find love
In the darkness above
Tell me now, moon of silver
What you'd do with a son
Made of flesh and of blood
She will have her moonchild
So now every night when the child's smiling
The moon will be round and brightly shining
And if he starts weeping
She'll become a crescent cradle for him to sleep in
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Writer(s): Jose Maria Cano Andres
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