Turtle Moon - Brett Fuentes

Turtle Moon Lyrics

Pot of gold in a copper fish bowl
Your soul for dirty dollars? blind boy.
Never told the turtle moon magic unfoldsCatch the trees whistling a tune for you
A chance for you to dance with a fair maiden
Magic unfoldsTragic are the weary whose tailored dogs will not hunt no matter how high the price
We and our severed tongues are free to say what we damn well likeTurtle Moon Magic Unfolds
Whispering