Song Description
Her parents have sent her away so she'll forget him. It sounds as if she might be anticipating a reunion upon their return, however.
| Song Length |
2:05 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Folk - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
Loneliness |
Similar Artists |
Jack Johnson |
Lyrics
THE MOON AND A FEW HIGH CLOUDS
Dreaming of you at sunset.
Watching a few high clouds.
A seagull or two,
The moon rises blue.
I whisper your name out loud.
Thanking you for the postcard.
Beautiful view of Rome.
You write: "Wish you were here,
My charioteer.
Hello to the folks back home."
I know they sent you over there to lose me.
I know you said the time would hasten by.
I know these witty postcards should amuse me.
But how I wish that homeward bird would fly.
You're due to land next Sunday.
Holding my breath 'til then.
Toward that rendezvous
The moon and a few
High clouds and a kiss I send . . . to you.
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Dan Gribbin
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