Mobile Chateau
Matt Costa
Far away is the moon
Shining down in her room
Found you tripping on the stars
Making mobiles out of parts
That you found lying on the ground, hark the birds are singing
We've been lost and found
Far away is the sun
Winter you will come
With your lily white hands
Making crafts out of plants
Found you weeping in the snow, hark the bells are ringing
I won't let you go
And with the trees we will sway
The sky and geese
We ought to stay this way
Found you weeping in the snow, hark the bells are ringing
I won't let you go