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John R Miller - Moon Song Fireside Sessions Vol 2 Lyrics

Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon
Over the crinkling sea
The moon man brings him a silver net
Fashioned of moonbeams three

Some folk say when the net lies long
The midnight hour is right
The moon man fishes for some old song
That fell from a sailor's pipe

Some folk say when he fishes the bars
Down where the dead ships lie
Looking for lost little baby stars
Slipped from a slippery sky

And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
The nodding night wind blows
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows

Zoon, zoon, net of the moon
Rides on the crinkling sea
Bright is the fret and shining wet
Fashioned of moonbeams three

Some folk say when the great net gleams
The waves are dusty blue
The moon man fishes for two little dreams
He lost when the world was new
And some folk say in the late night hours
The long fin-shadows slide
The moon man fishes for cold sea flowers
Under the tumbling tide

And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
The nodding night wind blows
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows

Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon
Over the crinkling sea
The moon man brings him a silver net
Fashioned of moonbeams three

Some folk say while the salt sea foams
The silver net line snares
The moon man fishes for the carven combs
That slipped from the mermaids’ hair

And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
The nodding night wind blows
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows