Under a blue moon
A silent night now enfolds the town,
That lies under a blue moon,
I watch a two-coach train that pulls away,
Takes just a few people home,
Slowly wending on its way,
Cary into yesterday, and far away.
The streets are empty in this sleep town,
That lies under a blue moon,
There´s just the sound of the distant train,
That´s fading into the night,
Slowly wending on its way,
Carry into yesterday, and far away.
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