Moon Walk


There's Belinda in my valley
Laughs at Sally's jesters
And the tick tock of the moon
Drives her slowly to the river

Belinda's trained to listen
To the hollow of the masses
And she listens by the hour
And she listens for the fees
Till she hears
In the grasses and the trees

Belinda found me once Lord
When I was lost inside
She only kissed me once Lord
And that was for Goodbye

I see her on the shore
I see her dance and wave
And now the small talk from Belinda
Calls me sweetly to her grave


Marcel Debreuil

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