"you gotta tiptoe through the sleeping trees,
past the dying bushes and the strangled breeze,
you gotta backslide over hungry birds,
beneath the sleeping leaves speak in whispered words.
then follow the light of the dead winter moon.
you’re sure to find me waiting by the big black barn;
yeah,
follow the light of the dead winter moon!"
@alisinatif
2 yıl önce
past the dying bushes and the strangled breeze,
you gotta backslide over hungry birds,
beneath the sleeping leaves speak in whispered words.
then follow the light of the dead winter moon.
you’re sure to find me waiting by the big black barn;
yeah,
follow the light of the dead winter moon!"