Moonchild

She lives near Star Street

End of Moonbeam Lane

Tomorrow her eyes wax

Tonight they wane

Moonchild

She makes love to the Sun

Then drops around at night

So she can smile upon you

And make the darkness light

Moonchild

I’d like to take her down

‘Cause she flies so high

Then I can latch on to her

And trip across the sky

Moonchild

Hey, Moonchild!

Notes: I was inspired to write this song by my old guitar player’s younger sister, whose eyes looked like moons. This song is probably my most blatant Hendrix imitation.