The Green Pajamas

Bronte Moon

As I roved out into a race but run I felt my life was setting like the sun chorus: And then on one sweet day in the month of June In a Victorian sky, there hung a Bronte moon And in that wild moonlight a warming wind blew south I saw her phantom face and kissed her open mouth I felt electrictrified in heart and head But did I mention with no intention to warm the dead (chorus) And now she plays the piano with her vaporous hands The wooden keys as she commands (chorus) ____________ by Jeff Kelly (c) 1999 St. Brigid Publishing