So what, you think this is usual Strange moon, strange land Strange man Hold your hands tightly horses Hold them, hold them kindly Man Low red moon I'll paint you Sleep like a baby Sleep like a baby And you shine so different on another You shine different on another I look up and I see The raising of an old hope Brave and tattered A shinning night With shinning eyes That shines around me brightly So now I say, "This is beautiful" I think you are Strange Low red moon I'll paint you Sleep like a baby Sleep like a baby And you shine so different on another You shine different on another Strange moon, strange land Strange Moon you made me cry When I was young And I was young Now I've got strong arms Strong arms from the spinning God And I say, "He belongs to me He belongs to me He's a human bed of roses"