Above the dark house
On a black tar roof
Stood the sad milkman
In love with the moon
She filled up his window
With a soft milky light
He crawled up the chimney
And into the night
Chorus
But the moon she rises
And the moon she falls
And her slow white eye
Sees nothing at all
VERSE
Down on the sidewalk
A crowd gathered round
They were throwing up bricks and bottles
To knock the boy down
He stood up above them
With his hands in the air
Calling up to the moonbeams
Come let down your hair
But the moon she rises
And the moon she falls
And her slow white eye
Sees nothing at all
VERSE
Well he wanted to feel like
A bucket of milk
A sweet summer wind
On rolling green hills
(strumming)
He wanted to climb up
From the roof sailing up
Upon the night wind
To the arms of
Chorus
But the moon she rises
And the moon she falls
And her slow white eye
Sees nothing at all, oh no
And as the moon she rises
And the moon she falls
Well her slow white eye
Sees nothing at all