Sheltered Moon - Robin Trower

Before the rising of the sheltered moon

Before the killing frost

There be the heart that broke too soon

The story almost lost

How you’re away, the song bird flew

Straight toward the sun

What she found there no one knew

The songs that she had sung

She drew a fox from the deepest well

Every shining word

One by one, thought you’ll feel despair

Under the pining spell of songs they have never heard

From time to time, they call her name

A sound so sweet and clear

But only one recalls her face

From she was here

She drew a fox from the deepest well

Every shining word

One by one, thought you’ll feel despair

Under the pining spell of songs they have never heard