paroles de chanson Cherry Moon - John Ralston

Breakfast is on the spoon
Mountains up on the moon
The witch he kindly flew over the cherry moon

The coat ripped, the feathers flew
Now birds are on the wing too soon
It's only June over the cherry moon

In print and gone too soon
Oh, me
Oh, you
I'll save a piece for you
Of the cherry moon

We're here and gone to loon
Please do remember to live a little
Don't lie a lot
Oh no, that cherry rot