The sound of guitars and organ couldn’t be better chosen making the perfect company for a smooth and emotional vocals. It sounds really “Beatlelesque”

When I was a child. 
I thought it was only a ride.
Was there laughter and loving, and music and singing your songs. 
Not for long.
Was there was food in our bellies, and something on telly, to watch. 
Like the clocks.

When I was a child. 
I told myself it was just fine
As I drank from the fountain, of spirits and beer and wine. 
For some time.
See, there's stuff to be taken, and holes to be sank in. 
Sometimes, drew a line.

I feel no cold as I sit with the moon and the tree.

Inside I ache.
I'm on the take.
These deals I make.
Roll on.
Yet as a child.
I'd raise a smile.
As I walked them miles.
Alone.

When I was a boy.
I was easily fooled by your ruse. 
But it grew so much bigger, got sold down the river and gone. 
Right or wrong.
See, there's nothing that's lasting.
It's all in the past, for too long. 
Sang that song.

See, I was too young, 
and I couldn't see wood for the trees.
I was caught in the cross wind of holes we get stuck in. 
We're gone. 
Far too long.
The winds keep on gusting.
Surrounded by rough things at dawn. 
You're falorn.

I feel no cold as I sit with the moon and the tree.

Inside I ache.
I'm on the take.
These deals I make.
Roll on.
Yet as a child.
I'd raise a smile.
As I walked them miles.
Alone.

I feel no cold as I sit with the moon and the tree.

Inside I ache.
I'm on the take.
These deals I make.
Roll on.
Yet as a child.
I'd raise a smile.
Now I'm a child.
No more 

The Moon And The Tree

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





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