Slapp Happy - Slow Moon's Rose Lyrics
Now that the slow moon's roseon a silver trellis grows,Where artic rivers froze,now that the ocean is frozen in motion,Snow morning comes.And the birds on the winghave nothing left to sing,blown in blue glasslike a schooner held faston the ice.Besides that riverWhere I picked the slow moon's rose -I watched the evening witherwith a jewel at the end of my nose.Tell-tale snails leave their trails,running from hunters' black blunderbusunder the sun.Besides that riverWhere I picked the slow moon's rose -I watched the evening witherwith a jewel at the end of my nose.Tell-tale snails leave their trails,running from hunters' black blunderbusunder the sun.