My father was a chimney weeper
'Don't look down', he said
The 4 winds that blow in this street
Still whisper his name

Men are long and black you see
They are sad and smoke 
Like the chimneys in the factory
And they always broke

Moon Moon Moon Moon

The elevator boy said: 'Listen,
Sometimes when I'm stuck
Between the floors of this house
I can hear them sing'

Moon Moon Moon Moon
Moon Moon Moon Moon

Sometimes she cries 
When there's a wedding in town
She's like a willow in the wind
She weeps
It's 2 years
It's so long ago

Now you're back home in the
New found land
And the path to the house is cool
Pick up the suitcase of dreams
Now your wits are wool

Moon Moon Moon Moon
Moon Moon Moon Moon