Moon Rising کے بول

There's a moon rising above A sky painted with doves Our birds must be free Our souls must be free Soon I'll be gone Soon I'll be dead Almost gone Almost dead But the sky will remain in its space Like some sacred place Day after day Yes, I'm fading away Deep in the haze Digging my grave Digging my grave Digging my grave Digging my grave But the sky will remain in its space Like some sacred place Day after day Yes, I'm fading away Deep in the haze Digging my grave Digging my grave