Texty: Rolling Stones. Child Of The Moon.

The wind blows rain into my face
The sun glows at the end of the highway

Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes
Oh, child of the moon, give me wide awake
Crescent shaped smile

She shivers by the light she is hidden
She flickers like a lamp lady vision

Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes
Child of the moon, give me wide awake
Crescent shaped smile

The first car on the foggy road riding
The last star for my lady is pining

Oh, child of the moon, bid the sun arise
Oh, child of the moon, give me a misty day, pearly gray
Silver, silky faced, wide awake, [Incomprehensible] smile