Fans of nonsense poetry will recognize lines and images from two of Edward Lear's most famous poems: “The Owl and the Pussycat” and “The Jumblies”.
I wrote the song in 2004 and have performed it occassionally as a solo acoustic number without ever really capturing the darkness the lyrics demanded.   Tot's precision percussion, Andrea (Foresto) Martini's freestyle electric guitar and Norbert (N.o.b.S) Meyer's bass guitar technique have provided that darkness.
I have done a number of collaborations with these three excellent musicians and have created a playlist of our combined efforts at:  https://soundcloud.com/kcm069/sets/the-reservoir-dogs
I highly recommend a visit to their respective SC sites if you do not already know them.
Tot.		https://soundcloud.com/tot-beat
Foresto	https://soundcloud.com/user-959329289
N.o.b.S.	https://soundcloud.com/nobsmeyer

	The cover image is by ĐÔ NGUYỄN from Pixabay

Lyrics:
	let’s sail away for a year or a day
	to the shores of our own blue lagoon
	hand in hand at the edge of the sand
	we will dance by the light of the moon
	the moon, we will dance by the light of the moon

	far and few, far and few, are the lands where the pure of heart live
	on a winter’s morn at the height of a storm we’ll go to sea in a sieve

	we are creatures of light, we are creatures of darkness
	‘tis a web of intrigue that we spin
	the passage is dark, the voyage too long
	and our friends all remark it is terribly wrong
	to sail so far for our sin

	far and few, far and few, are the lands where the pure of heart live
	on a winter’s morn at the height of a storm we’ll go to sea in a sieve

	let’s sail away for a year or a day
	to the shores of our own blue lagoon
	hand in hand at the edge of the sand
	we will dance by the light of the moon
	the moon, we will dance by the light of the moon
	we will dance by the light of the moon
        the moon, we will dance by the light of the moon
        the moon
        the moon
        the moon

By the Light of the Moon

By The Light Of The Moon

singer/songwriter from Yarra Valley, Australia.   Struggling as much with modern times as with times past.   I guess that makes me a chronic struggler.

By The Light Of The Moon

Ken Minty