No calls, no letters

Just fireweeds and stinging nettles

but the moon is mine

Yeah, the moon is mine

Bad news in the papers

Bad news for this sinner's wages

but the moon is mine

Yeah, the moon is mine



Skim a stone across the river

Throw all my money in the wishing well

I can't afford the cost of living

if the price is living hell



No-one to call me baby; no, no

No valentines again

but the moon is mine

Yeah, the moon is mine



No hook to hang my hat on

No rooms for rent today

but the moon is mine

Yeah, the moon is mine



Skim a stone across the river

Throw all my money in a wishing well

I can't afford the cost of living

if the price is living hell



I used to believe in a glittering prize

but lately I've seen

that that's just a pillow of lies



And the moon is mine

Yeah, the moon is mine



That beautiful ball of cheese

is my personal property

The moon is mine

The moon is mine

Oh, the moon is mine

The moon is... mine!