Blue Moon Rose
Blue moon rose
I have a friend and she comes from the high plains
Wise as the hills and fresh as the rains
I have a friend and she taught me daring
Threw back the windows and let the air in
For all she knows
Bless my blue moon rose
I have a friend and we talk about books
She comes around and she drinks while I cook
Took me an atlas to find her town
And to realize that the world was round
For all she knows
Bless my blue moon rose
Writer/s: Ben Watt / Tracey Thorn
