Celtic Moon - Fairport Convention

There’s a lady who carries a burden

And the lines on her face tell it all

She remembers hearing sad stories

But still dances at Memory Hall

And the stars would come out just to see her

And the clouds blew away all too soon

Her face lit the heavens above her

She was helped by the Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

Once a young girl, with rings on her fingers

Given to her by a boy she once loved

Barefoot, they sat by the river

Sharing secrets with god up above

And the stars would come out just to see her

And the clouds blew away all too soon

Her face lit the heavens above her

She was helped by the Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

On a cold night by the roadside she rested

Pale was her skin, tired and worn

Her beauty had faded through grieving

She was too tired to weep, too tired to mourn

And the stars would come out just to see her

And the clouds blew away all too soon

Her face lit the heavens above her

She was helped by the Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon

Celtic Moon