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  1. Big Orange Moon

From the recording Honey from Dried Grass

Lyrics

Big Orange Moon
by Christopher Cook

I have slept under the stars
Wakin’ in the mornin’ dew
But here in this warm black room
I cry in the night for you
Oh, I shouldn’t, but I do

I’m waitin’ for a big orange moon
I’ll walk around while the whole town sleeps
And at dawn it’s gonna give me a tune
The kind that blindness keeps

When I was a child I went down to the creek
Down where the black water stands
Down where the frogs learn to speak
And the big trees lower their hands
And the big trees lower their hands

I’m waitin’ for a big orange moon
I’ll walk around while the whole town sleeps
And at dawn it’s gonna give me a tune
The kind that blindness keeps

Now the phantoms rustle all around
When I long for the smell of soil
And I fear the brightest days are gone
As I fill my lamp with oil
As I fill my lamp with oil

I’m waitin’ for a big orange moon
I’ll walk around while the whole town sleeps
And at dawn it’s gonna give me a tune
The kind that blindness keeps

I have slept under the stars
Wakin’ in the mornin’ dew
But here in this warm black room
I cry in the night for you
I cry in the night for you
Oh, I shouldn’t, but I do