Low Red Moon

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