The season has gone
Blackened in whole
It's dry but it's cold
Because the words have been told
The peasants were hiding
When the rain keeps on falling
The sun hath away apart
And the moon keeps on crying
Cry
The moon keeps on crying
Cry
The moon keeps on crying
Affright to get home
So he write between a poem
River of clouds
Shake the dead on their shrouds
Cry
The moon keeps on crying
Cry
The moon keeps on crying
The peasants still hiding
And the rain keeps on falling
The sun hath away apart
And the moon keeps on crying
Cry
The moon keeps on crying
Cry
The moon keeps on crying
And The Sun keeps on trying