I've been taveling, traveling for sorrow
The moon folowed me on my way home
The caravans full of horses are tursty
Pray to the moon light me with your mercy
Blue moon, blue moon
Rising
My bud is waiting, wainting for the medicine
He sounds seekin wood for the
Oh moon, have mercy on the poor
Blue moon, blue moon
Rising
It's getting closer, the roads growing small
And I'm only waiting for horses to farm
Continue to got mill, for farming this more
And I'm getting closer to my mother's door
Blue moon, blue moon
Rising
Blue moon, blue moon
Rising
Blue moon, blue moon
Rising
