“Lord, Blow the Moon Out, Please” by Beverly Young

Beverly Young (1951); Loves rains – “It cleans thoughts.” "The Sleep comes sinking in a bliss"

Lord, blow the moon out, please (Words and Music By: Unknown)

Bed is too small for my tiredness,

Give me a hill topped with trees,

Tuck a cloud up under my chin,

Lord, blow the moon out, please.

Rock me to sleep in a cradle of dreams,

Sing me a lullaby of leaves,

Tuck a cloud up under my chin,

Lord, blow the moon out, please.

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