by Dar Williams
The moon wanted more of my night. I turned off the engine and the headlights. The trees appeared as they'd never been gone. I promised the fields I'd return from now on. And the moon kept on rising. I had no more to say . I put my roadmaps away. And surrendered the day. And I know you'll be calling me soon, And if I don't answer I'm calling the moon. Calling the moon.... I was calling her then, I'm wondering will she take me again? Oh, I am calling the moon. When I called the moon back to me I thought she wanted my beauty. I shone in the best that vanity buys, I covered the path where my life turned to lies. And the moon kept on rising. But I felt nothing at all. She comes when the empire falls And shines on crumbling walls. Calling the moon, By the name that she chose. As Tennessee wandered in moth-eaten robes. Oh, I am calling the moon. Calling the moon. Oh I'm calling the moon Oh, make sense of me, night. I can see so much from this cold height. The moon said, "Oh, darkness, my work is done, I've poured this bottle of light from the sun, But their anger keeps on rising.... And they don't understand, I've shown them all that I can: That the world is at hand." And I know they'll be calling me soon, And if I don't answer I'm only the moon. I can see by her light. This one's going out to the moon tonight. Oh, I am calling the moon.... Calling the moon, 'Cause I know what it's worth To tug at the seas and illumine the earth. Oh, I am calling the moon. Oh, I am calling the moon. Appropriate for Esbats