viernes, 19 de agosto de 2016

Moonshadow


 I'm being followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow 
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow 
And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land, 
If I ever lose my hands, Oh if.... I won't have to work no more. 
And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry, 
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh if.... I won't have to cry no more. 
I'm being followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow 
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow 
And if I ever lose my legs, I won't moan, and I won't beg, 
Yes if I ever lose my legs, Oh if.... I won't have to walk no more. 
And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south, 
Yes if I ever lose my mouth, Oh if.... I won't have to talk
Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light. 
Did it take long to find me? And are you 
gonna stay the night?
I'm being followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow 
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow



(Cualquier disculpa es buena para escucharle...)



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La LUNA desde Logroño - 18 de agosto de 2016
(Fotografías caseras)