So what, you think this is usual 
Strange moon, strange land 
Strange man 
Hold your hands with ?tightly? horses Hold'em, hold'em kindly
Man

Low red moon 
I'll paint you 
Sleep like a baby 
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another

I look up and I see the raising of an old hope
Brave and tattered 
shinning night with shinning eyes
That shines around me brightly
So now I say
This is beautiful
I think you are
Strange

Low red moon 
I'll paint you 
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another 
Strange moon, strange land 
Strange 
Moon you made me cry when 
I was young 
And I was young
Now I've got strong arms 
Strong arms from the Spinning God
And I say
He belongs to me, he belongs to me
His arms _______________