2). THE HEART OF THE MOON ( © Lachlan McLeod )

She came to me with sandalwood risin' through her hair,
She looked just like a gypsy from an ancient Hindu fair.
She had travelled far and wide on dusty lonely trails,
Carrying her broken heart, bleeding from the nails.
And I danced right into the heart of the moon,
Singin' out all of my favourite tunes
But she cried out it was far too soon
To dance in the heart of the moon.
It was far too soon for the heart of the moon.

She had a dagger in her right hand and a flower in her left,
Which hand she would offer me was anybody's guess.
But I know that she's no murderer, I know that she's no thief
‘Cause I can see a butterfly unfolding from the grief.


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