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Intro:
Cold mountain water, the jade merchanges daughter.
Twenty degrees of solitude, twenty degrees in all.
Mountains of the moon, Electra, mountains of the moon.
Mountains of the moon, Electra, bow and bend to me.
All the dancing kinds and wives assembled in the hall.
All along the, all along, the mountains of the moon.
Heigh-ho, the carrion crow, fol-de-rol-de-riddle.
Lost is the long and loneliest town, fairy sybil flying.
Heigh-ho, the carrion crow, fol-de-rol-de-riddle.
Heigh-ho, the carrion crow, bow and bend to me.
All along the, all along, the mountains of the moon.
Heigh-ho, the carrion crow, bow and bend to me, bend to me. (END)
Hey, Tom Banjo, hey, a laurel.
Hey, Tom Banjo, it's time to matter.
More than laurel you may sow.
The earth will see you on through this time.
More than laurel you may sow.
The earth will see you on through this time.
Hey the laurel; hey, the city in the rain.
Down by the water, the Marsh King's daughter, did you know?
Hey, hey, hey, the wild wheat waving in the wind.
Clothed in tatters, always will be. Tom, where did you go?
Intro:
Cold mountain water, the jade merchanges daughter.
Twenty degrees of solitude, twenty degrees in all.
Mountains of the moon, Electra, mountains of the moon.
Mountains of the moon, Electra, bow and bend to me.
All the dancing kinds and wives assembled in the hall.
All along the, all along, the mountains of the moon.
Heigh-ho, the carrion crow, fol-de-rol-de-riddle.
Lost is the long and loneliest town, fairy sybil flying.
Heigh-ho, the carrion crow, fol-de-rol-de-riddle.
Heigh-ho, the carrion crow, bow and bend to me.
All along the, all along, the mountains of the moon.
Heigh-ho, the carrion crow, bow and bend to me, bend to me. (END)
Hey, Tom Banjo, hey, a laurel.
Hey, Tom Banjo, it's time to matter.
More than laurel you may sow.
The earth will see you on through this time.
More than laurel you may sow.
The earth will see you on through this time.
Hey the laurel; hey, the city in the rain.
Down by the water, the Marsh King's daughter, did you know?
Hey, hey, hey, the wild wheat waving in the wind.
Clothed in tatters, always will be. Tom, where did you go?