So what, you think this is usual Strange moon, strange land Strange man Hold your hands with ?tightly? horses Hold'em, hold'em kindly Man Low red moon I'll paint you Sleep like a baby Sleep like a baby And you shine so different on another You shine different on another I look up and I see the raising of an old hope Brave and tattered A shinning night with shinning eyes That shines around me brightly So now I say This is beautiful I think you are Strange Low red moon I'll paint you Sleep like a baby Sleep like a baby And you shine so different on another You shine different on another Strange moon, strange land Strange Moon you made me cry when I was young And I was young Now I've got strong arms Strong arms from the Spinning God And I say He belongs to me, he belongs to me His arms ________________ _________________________
