The Rolling Stones – Child Of The Moon
The wind blows, rain into my faceThe sun glows at the end of the highwayChild of the moon, rub your rainy eyesOh, child of the moonGive me a wide-awake crescent-shaped smileShe shivers, by the light she is hiddenShe flickers like a lamp lady visionChild of the moon, rub your rainy eyesChild of the moonGive me a wide-awake crescent-shaped smileThe first car on the foggy road ridingThe last star for my […]
