Kortchmar-Nilsson



Taking from the rich of spirit

Giving to the poor of heart

Guilty of a human weakness

He was known by all

As a moonshine bandit

He was a moonshine bandit

He was not like them at all.

Not just another common criminal

Oh no, he was not like them

They were different men

They would not dare

But he was there to do it for them

He was a moonshine bandit

A moonshine bandit

He took from the rich of spirit

And gave to the poor of heart

Guilty of a human passion

Which tears his heart apart

Ah, she was not like them at all

She would cry each time the night would fall

Oh boy, if she only knew

What I'm going to tell you

She'd never have to suffer from a broken heart

A moonshine bandit

She would pine away each hour

In her fantasy she would be

Set free from her tower

Each night she would wait in vain

For a savior without a name

Then one night it happened

He came to her

He was a moonshine bandit

A moonshine your light on her

Take her away, moonshine bandit

Now two lovers appear every

Year above the milky way

Do you believe in magic?

Can you see it my way?

Two lovers appear every year

Above the milky way

Can you dig it?

Do you believe in magic?