Bert Jansch - Moonshine (Reissue) (1973) by Bert Jansch (보컬) on maniadb.com

Oh the January man,
He walks the road in woollen coat
And boots of leather;
The February man still shakes the snow from off his hair
And blows his hands;
Oh the man of March, he sees the spring
And wonders what the year will bring,
And hopes for better weather.

Through April rain the man
Goes down to watch the birds come in
To share the summer;
The man of May stands very still
Watching the children dance away the day;
In June the man inside the man
Is young and wants to lend a hand,
And grins at each new colour.

And in July the man,
In cotton shirt, he sits and thinks
Of being idle;
The August man in thousands takes the road
To watch the sea and find the sun;
September man is standing near
To saddle up and leave the year,
And autumn is his bridle.

And the man of new October
Takes the reins, and early frost
Is on his shoulders;
The poor November man sees fire and rain and snow and mist
And a winter gale;
December man looks through the snow
To let eleven brothers know
They're all a little older.

And the January man
Comes round again in woollen clothes,
And boots of leather,
To take another turn and walk along the icy road
He knows so well;
Oh the January man is here
For starting each and every year
Along the road forever.

Hearken to the sweet leaves
That dance so merrily
I wish the wind would do the same for me.
But rooted here like a withered tree am I,
And I watch both day and night pass by.

It was a cruel and wicked master,
Stole my freedom and charged me
To fight for him, win him victory.
And now here am I in a damp and dreary cell,
And all I know of time is the church bell.

Moonshine soft and clear,
In a death-black endless sky,
Cartwheelin' bright stars twinklin' down.
From the shadows calls the night owl,
He's echoing my loneliness.

Come the stag down from the mountain,
Come the owl from where he sleeps,
Come the eagle from his high, high nest,
To where the salmon, they swim and they sleep,
Come fast and hope to set me free.

I dream of waters flowing,
Sweet air to softly breathe,
Of meadowland where the wagtail bobs and weaves,
Of sunny days where children dance and play,
And sweet music to drive my grief away.

The first time ever I saw your face,
I thought the sun rose in your eyes,
and the moon and stars were the gifts you gave,
To the dark and empty skies my love,
Dark and empty skies.

The first time ever I kissed your lips
I felt the earth move in my hand,
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love,
That was there at my command.

The first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart beat close to mine,
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And would last till the end of time, my love,
And would last till the end of time.

The first time ever I saw your face,
I thought the sun rose in your eyes,
and the moon and stars were the gifts you gave,
To the dark and empty skies my love,
Dark and empty skies.