Reach a hand to the crescent moon

Grab hold of the hollow

If she sits in the palm of the left

That moon will be fuller tomorrow

If she sits in the palm of the right

That moon is on the wane

And the love of the one who shares your bed

Will be doing just the same



CHORUS

Won't you come with me, she said

There's plenty of room in my iron bed

You're looking cold and tired

And more than a little human

I know I'm not part of the life you had planned

But I think once your body feels my hand

Your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain



Out among the fields gently hipped beneath the corn

Assiniboine bones beneath the highway

He stood there and he thought of home

A finger traces the path of a satellite

You're drawn to a distant copse of trees

A voice as smooth as mare's trail

Clings to a prairie breeze



CHORUS



Do I reach for you when I know you're on the wane

Do I sense you when I know you're not around

Do I search for you when I know you can't be found

Do I dare to speak your name



Raise your eyes to a moonless sky

And try to wish upon a rising star

Search all you want for her blessing

But you won't find her sparkling there

Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky

Where nothing but darkness unfolds

And watch as all around you she reveals

The brilliance of secrets untold



CHORUS



Do I reach for you when I know you're on the wane

Do I sense you when I know you're not around

Do I search for you when I know you can't be found

Do I dare to speak your name