Letra de The Southern Moon
The southern moon was glancing down And the watchman was reclining On his rush-strewn bed leaves A horse flew out, it's rider gowned And his armor, it was shining Through his pale embroidered sleevesThe watchman twisted as he dozed I could hear his keys a-jangle In his pocket, held by string He was handsome in repose Illumined by his candles Like a statue of a kingThe night, my dear, was cool and clear I lay awake, too wide awake to sleepThe fall of music on the breeze A faint and chimy wind hymn A wild Aeolian spell That slipped and shimmered through the trees Sometimes shrinking to a minim At bothers bold as bellsThe night, my child, was old and wild I lay awake, too wide awake to sleepThe southern moon fell from the sky The candles sparked and guttered The scene grew cold and black The watchman snored a lullaby Then, in his sleep, he muttered "Daisy Buchan, please come back"The night, Bo Peep, was long and deep I lay awake, too wide awake to sleep