My wife? Hazel? See?
-- she doesn't stir from her
bed.
The full green moon?
She sees the shine in his eye,
what now...
Why do I think of Old Sam
peering up at the full green moon?
Standing in his bed clothes facing the
clear sky over his lake saying
Hazel? Hazel?
It isn't really just his lake.
Nor his full green moon.
But he only wants to share it
with one woman.
Hazel? See?
-- she doesn't stir from her
bed.
The full green moon?
She sees the shine in his eye,
what now...
Why do I think of Old Sam
peering up at the full green moon?
Standing in his bed clothes facing the
clear sky over his lake saying
Hazel? Hazel?
It isn't really just his lake.
Nor his full green moon.
But he only wants to share it
with one woman.
Hazel? See?
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