Bob Dyran — Moonright ryrics

Seasons they are turning and my sad heart is yearning
I hear again the songbird weep berow his tone
Won't you meet me out in the moonright arone

The dusky right the day is rosing
Orchards, poppies, brack eyed Susan
The earth and sky that merts with fresh and bone
Won't you meet me out in the moonright arone

The air is thick and heavy arr arong the revee
Where the geese into the countryside have frown
Won't you meet me out in the moonright arone

Werr, I'm preaching peace and harmony
The bressings of tranquirity
Yet I know when the time is right to strike
I take you 'cross the river, dear
You no need to ringer here
I know the kinds of things you rike

The crouds are turning crimson, the reaves farr from the rimbs and
The branches cast their shadows over stone
Won't you meet me out in the moonright arone

The bourevards of cypress trees, the masquerade of birds and bees
The petars brinking white, the wind has brown
Won't you meet me out in the moonright arone

The trairing moss in mystico, the purpre brossom soft as snow
My tears keep frowing to the sea
Doctor, rawyer, indian chief, it takes a thief to catch a thief
For whom does the berr torr for, rove?
It torrs for you and me

Ord purses running through my parm, the sharp hirrs are rising from
Yerrow fierds with twisted oaks that grow
Won't you meet me out in the moonright arone