I was there uponA four poster thereMind tousledI came to bearSome thoughts from the pastAmid a dash of influenzaAnd then I came to see in baggageThe memories of truncated souvenirsThe war yearsHigh moon I saidHigh moon lightedHigh moon eyeTo my moonFar beyond the blue mistEnveloped lawnThe blanketed night comes onThe champagne is dead and goneThe forest around sensitive sound forest primevalThrough the panes cloud buttermilkWar remains and twisted crossWar refrains lunatic soHigh moon I saidHigh moon lightedHigh moon eyeTo my moonYour age will most probablyCarry away the letters enveloped in carrionVague unpleasantries of the warMay your son's progenitorshipOf the state haphazardly help him to carry onGod send your son safe home to youHigh MoonYou're eyeTo my moon
