Timber Moon lyrics

There is a way the moon looks into the timber at night

And tells the walnut trees secrets of silver sand -

There is a way the moon makes a lattice work

Under the leaves of the hazel bushes -

There is a way the moon understands the hoot owl

Sitting on an arm of a sugar maple throwing its

One long lonesome cry up the ladders of the moon -

There is a way the moon finds company early in the fall time.

• Artist:Carl Sandburg