Lyrics
April’s Moon, by Dennis James
April’s moon is shining in a corn crib sky
Underneath the carnival glass of your dreams
A winking crescent light against a window closed up tight
Dancing with the worn and tattered screen
Well the lightning from the storm left your branches scattered and torn
Strewn about the yard they lay in waste
Limbs piled high ready for the fire
Gonna burn their way to heaven’s gate
Chorus:
The birds above the churchyard they’re kettling the signs
It’s time for you to pack your bags and go
Lonely yellow rose on a dashboard cracked and old
Calling for to carry you on home
You left your saddle on the fence ‘cause you no longer ride
And now it lies there drying in the sun
What would your daddy say if he saw things left this way
It just might be best to cut and run
Chorus:
The birds above the churchyard they’re kettling the signs
It’s time to shake the sleep out of your eyes
Let them bells ring throw back your head and sing
‘Cause there ain’t no one who likes a long goodbye
Earthly bones and clay left outside alone to play
Running around they stayed out way past dark
In a song shaped hole they hide all the treasures that they find
Stole away inside their smiling hearts
Chorus:
The birds above the churchyard they’re kettling the signs
It’s time for you to spread your forlorn wings
Your pleading hopeful eyes got nothing left to hide
Let ‘em shine bright, let ‘em shine
Let ‘em shine bright, let ‘em shine
Let ‘em shine bright, let ‘em shine