I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue, hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp down to the river, and tonight flies a better moon...
Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows, a splash revealing the fly-catching fishes, dark gods silently watching, and tonight flies a better moon...
Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows, a splash revealing the fly-catching fishes, dark gods silently watching, and tonight flies a better moon...
I guess you've known lovers here, compliant in passion, softly laid in the old reed bed, harshly lit in the noon sun, tonight flies a better moon...
Now cloaked in this milky light, new as the virgin dawn, shrouded sweetly in all kinds of mystery, you turn, smile and then are gone, and tonight flies a better moon!
(Ian Anderson)