Dead Winter Moon - Those Poor Bastards

Well come on Jacob

Come on John

I’ve got something I wanna show you

In the big black barn

But don’t tell Lucy

Don’t tell Ann

I’m afraid they might go snooping

'Round the big black barn

You gotta tiptoe through the sleeping trees

Past the dying bushes and the strangled breeze

You gotta backslide over hungry birds

Beneath the sleeping leaves

Speak in whispered words

Then follow the light

Of the dead winter moon

Yeah follow the light

Of the dead winter moon

You’re sure to find me waiting

By the big black barn

Oh follow the light of the dead winter moon

Yeah follow the light of the dead winter moon