I walked along Missionary Ridge
the same night as the full moon's walk
He crept wide-eyed up the slope
speaking a grim word to a timber wolf
who set to howling medieval tunes
Then brother moon sent shadow daggers
that teased the owl a time or two
and stabbed between my zealous steps
We met face to face as he topped the ridge
and cracked my silhouette
"Why, I see it now" he said
"There IS a moon in the man"
and on he went with crooked smile
and left me darker in the wake
Take me round the fabled mountain
down to old song valley
We'll listen to the stringmen play
and dance to jolly pipers
Spinning about, we'll jig the night away
Take me there
just round the hills
down to old song valley
