| The Moon Touches Your Shoulder |
|---|
| Springtime is over |
| Don’t head for home |
| Creep up the ladder |
| And steal over stone |
| No time to forget this |
| World’s in your eyes |
| Sway in the cloud blur |
| And light up the sky |
| Cast off the colour |
| And tune in to black |
| The moon touches your shoulder |
| And brings the day back |
