Brett Fuentes - Turtle Moon lyrics

Pot of gold in a copper fish bowl Your soul for dirty dollars? blind boy. Never told the turtle moon magic unfolds Catch the trees whistling a tune for you A chance for you to dance with a fair maiden Magic unfolds Tragic are the weary whose tailored dogs will not hunt no matter how high the price We and our severed tongues are free to say what we damn well like Turtle Moon Magic Unfolds Whispering