Some Of The Bootleggers, They Make Pretty Good Stuff

Title: Moonlight
Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: Some Of The Bootleggers, They Make Pretty Good Stuff (Track #22)
Duration: 04:43
Label: Sony Music Entertainment

The seasons they are turnin' and my sad heart is yearnin' To hear again the songbird's sweet melodious tone Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? The dusky light, the day is losing Orchids, poppies, black-eyed Susan The earth and sky that melts with flesh and bone Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? The air is thick and heavy All along the levee Where the geese into the countryside have flown Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? Well, I'm preachin' peace and harmony The blessings of tranquility Yet I know when the time is right to strike I'll take you 'cross the river dear You've no need to linger here I know the kinds of things you like The clouds are turnin' crimson The leaves fall from the limbs an' The branches cast their shadows over stone Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? The boulevards of cypress trees The masquerades of birds and bees The petals, pink and white, the wind has blown Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? The trailing moss and mystic glow Purple blossoms soft as snow My tears keep flowing to the sea Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief It takes a thief to catch a thief For whom does the bell toll for, love? It tolls for you and me My pulse is runnin' through my palm The sharp hills are rising from The yellow fields with twisted oaks that groan Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?