Linda Hoyle
West of the Moon

Don't go down
To the woods alone
Bears search for honey
After bees leave home
Lions yawn
Tigers howl
Snakes twisted tongues
And grizzlies growl
You old mamma bear
Just biding your time
Paint diamond claws
For a brush with crime
Soft red cloak
What big teeth
What bright eyes
Round a dark surprise


Tell me your dreams
Tell me your lies
Then deep them to sleep
Buried with sighs
Tell me your truth
Wrapped in a tune
That's east of the sun
And west of the moon


Oh darling child
Hear the erlking call
Apples flesh
And apples fall
Beware the wind
Beware the word
Beware soft kisses
From lips grown cold
Golden girls
Beneath the stars
Chase chimney sweeps
To wild guitars
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to gold
Sing me that child
In words so old
Tell me those dreams
Tell me those lies
Then hush me to sleep
And sooth me with sighs


Tell me the truth
Deep in a tune
Just east of the sun
And west of the moon
Beware the wind
Beware the word
Beware his kisses
And the erlkings sword
Don't go down
To the woods alone
Those gypsy fiddles
Make a girl leave home