You sit there biding your time out of your head and into your mind Penning thoughts that are dreams in action A gla** raised to an absent muse a boy stands in his father's shoes And a drunk man smiles at a thistle under a Poet's moon Under a Poet's moon there's a life sign burning A Poet's moon like a vision shining and The lovers lie in the long gra**, stolen flowers make their bed Under a Poet's moon there are dreams in action, prayers met and questions answered as the world whirls in the darkness I'm still staring at the skies under a Poet's moon A night black as hoodlo's eye, the sparks fly from a tinker's fire As the stories burn among us under a Poet's moon A seed falls onto stony ground without a hope and without a sound From the weeds will grow the flowers under a Poet's moon Under a Poet's moon, there's a salmon settling In a guddler's hand that is patient waiting Like a lover's touch, to charm the life
His fingers play the reeds Under a Poet's moon there's a whistle blowing out in no mans land Where a flare is falling in a deadly night The dreamers stand like flowers in a storm Flowers in the storm, we are flowers in the storm Under a Poet's moon You sit there biding your time out of your head and into your mind Penning thoughts that are dreams in action A cross made in a polling booth another flies in a field of blue and a drunk man smiles at a thistle under a Poet's moon Under a Poet's moon there are angels crying, dead men born And devils laughing and the dance goes on regardless till You're carried from the floor Under a Poet's moon there are dreams in action Prayers met and questions answered as the world whirls in the darkness I'm still staring at the skies, staring at the skies, we're still staring at the skies under a Poet's moon