Rising Moon - Hugh Blumenfeld

Rainy nights in March, making you amazed

Singing songs of angel flights, and silver traveling days

Making all my life sound like a lark

Trying to sing my heart out

Trying to make a start now won't you

[Chorus]
Hang a rising moon on this sinking heart of mine
And lead my willful sadness to its rest
And roll me o'er an ocean
Where the days ride deep below me
And something that was mine will be mine again

Sitting here beside you, till it's far too late to leave
Pretending nothing's on my mind, and nothing's up my sleeve
But feeling I could very nearly touch you
Should I take you without warning
Stay until the morning comes, oh

[Repeat Chorus]

Talking's not so easy, and singing's just not fair
It puts you in a woman's soul, to wonder how you got there
So I guess I'll just take all the time I need
I'll kiss you when I know you
Find a way to show you you can

[Repeat Chorus]

Disk