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)
