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  1. Midnight Moon

From the recording Midnight Moon

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Lyrics

The black cat curls in the armchair
The candle flickers and flames,
A fingered branch taps on the glass
And I hear you call my name.


A lovers’ quarrel argues with the stars
A radio sings the blues,
Far in the distance the thunder rolls
And I keep thinking of you.


But it’s only the moon
Only the midnight moon.


The mystic hand moves across the waves
To awaken the sleeping tide,
Then gently caresses the silent fields
And brushes my dreams aside.


The jasmine shadows are heavy with heat
The perfume clings to the air,
The clock on the wall dares me to sleep
And grins at my despair.


But it’s only the moon
Only the midnight moon.