Lyrics:

Reach a hand to the crescent moon

Grab hold of the hollow

If she sits in the palm of the left

That moon will be fuller tomorrow

If she sits in the palm of the right

That moon is on the wane

And the love of the one who shares your bed

Will be doing just the same


'won't you come with me', she said,

'there's plenty of room in my iron bed

You're looking cold and tired

And more than a little human

I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,

But I think once your body feels my hand

Your mind will change

And your heart will lose it's pain'


Out among the fields gently hipped

Beneath the corn,

Assiniboine bones beneath the highway

He stood there and he thought of home

A finger traces the path of a satellite

You're drawn to a distant copse of trees

A voice as sweet as mare's tail

Clings to the prairie breeze


'won't you come with me', she said,

'there's plenty of room in my iron bed

You're looking cold and tired

And more than a little human

I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,

But I think once your body feels my hand

Your mind will change

And your heart will lose it's pain'


Do I reach for you

When I know you're on the wane?

Do I sense you when I know you're not around?

Do I search for you

When I know you can't be found?

Do I dare to speak your name?


Raise your eyes to a moonless sky

And try to wish upon a rising star

Search all you want for her blessing

But you won't find her sparkling there

Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky

Where nothing but darkness unfolds

And watch as all around you

She reveals the brilliance of secrets untold


Won't you come with me, she said,

There's plenty of room in my iron bed

You're looking cold and tired

And more than a little human

I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,

But I think once your body feels my hand

Your mind will change

And your heart will lose it's pain