I dream
I'm out in a field of stone
Where the thorn and the thistle grow
Awake to the sound of a hungry child
When the morning whistle blows
Oh, father, oh, father,
what do you say?
Why bring me to this doom?
Toiling, struggling,
struggling brave by the light of the
Cumberland moon.
My love, dreams her life away
out on the edge of town.
I'm gonna go to her in the cool
of the day when the
Cumberland moon goes down.
Take this broken smile of mine
Whistle a broken tune
Singing helps me pass the time
By the light of the
Cumberland moon
A deck of cards and a bottle of rye
Won't rob these hustlers blind
Get a big motorbike
and we'll ride and ride
And leave the
Cumberland moon behind
Take this broken smile of mine,
whistle a broken tune
Singing helps me pass the time
by the light of the
Cumberland moon
Oh father, oh father, what do you say,
why bring me to this doom?
Told and struggled, struggling,
brave by the light of the
Cumberland moon
I dream I'm out in a field of stone
where the thorn and thistle grow
Wake to the sound of a hungry child
when the morning whistle blows
Take this broken smile of mine,
whistle a broken tune
Singing helps me pass the time
by the light of the
Cumberland moon
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