Lyrics:

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'