Child Of The Moon - The Rolling Stones

The wind blows rain into my face

The sun glows at the end of the highway

Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes

Oh, child of the moon

Give me a wide-awake crescent-shaped smile

She shivers, by the light she is hidden

She flickers like a lamp lady vision

Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes

Child of the moon

Give me a wide-awake crescent-shaped smile

The first car on the foggy road riding

The last star for my lady is pining

Oh, child of the moon, bid the sun arise

Oh, child of the moon

Give me a misty day, pearly gray, silver, silky faced,

Wide-awake crescent-shaped smile