Lasso The Moon - Level 42

作词：Mike Lindup/George Green

作曲：Mike Lindup/George Green

She carries the water from

The well in the morning

While the sand burns her

Feet the sun only stares

And the loneliness lingers

With slow grasping fingers

As the afternoon withers

The flowers in her hair

Then night fills the sky as

She sits on the hillside

And memories drift by

Like clouds past the stars

Recalling romances and

All the bright chances

But none of them lasted

They passed through her heart

And she says

Where is a man

Who can build a good fire

With a passion as wide

As the sky at high noon

A man whose hand is strong

As his longing

Where is the man

Who can lasso the moon

She falls asleep and

Her dreams are her blanket

And she shares with

The moon the secret she knows

As the dawn leaves its tears

To wash the dry valley

The tears of a woman

Can wash a man's soul

And she says

Where is a man

Who can build a good fire

With a passion as wide

As the sky at high noon

A man whose hand is strong

As his longing

Where is the man

Who can lasso the moon

And she says

Where is a man

Who can build a good fire

With a passion as wide

As the sky at high noon

A man whose hand is strong

As his longing

Where is the man

Who can lasso the moon

And i say

I am a man

Who can build a good fire

And my passion's as wide

As the sky at high noon

Come take my hand it's

As strong as your longing

Just say the word and

I'll lasso the moon