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

    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]

    © 1985 by Hugh Blumenfeld


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