Mayflower

Light of the Moon
Richard Bicknell, Scott Patton, Steve Boyes
© Beautiful Chair Music, ASCAP

Can you believe it?
Blown in on the wind
That little black crow
And the high Plains Indian
I was down by the levee
Behind the black pine tree
I saw the crow and the Indian
By the light of the moon

Now they're down in the village
Where the babies are glistening
Not talking again
Just smoking and listening
With tongues of fire
All rhythm and tone
Wild and conducting
Through their radio bones
Radio bones

Slowly
Call me by my secret name
That's the way
The way to break into
My house again

He was a high Plains Indian
With no particular tribe
Just two hands to roll
And two wheels to ride
Through timeless bloodlines
All rhythm and tone
Wild and conducting
Through his radio bones

There's a hot wind blowing in
From a long ago mission
It's the call of a twin
An exact premonition
He was shadowed in the desert
By the crow like a cross
The spirits are pulling their fingers
They will never be lost

Slowly, slowly
Call me by my secret name
That's the way...
The way...

Far from reason
Far from choice
Follow me
I am the voice
That's been calling your name
For so long now

Shadow me
Behind my door
Leave your cover
On the floor
You know that day's coming soon
Pass through me and go now
By the light of the moon

All my childhood memories
Are just a heavenly blur
And when I'm riding the borders
Of dreamland
I can see them for sure
Oh it won't be long now, no
'Cross the river I'll go
I see the Indian watching
And I feel the pull of the crow

Slowly, slowly
Call me by my secret name
That's the way
The way to break into
My house again

I see the Indian watching
I feel the pull of the crow