When the Moon gets tangled in a blackthorn tree
And her dress is trampled and she cannot break free
When the thorn in your side wounds your pride
And the Moon gets tangled I will fly to your side

I’ll come flying through your midnight window
On a moonbeam, on a moonbeam
I’ll come sailing to your midnight window
I’ll come and I’ll let you go
I’ll come and I’ll set you free

We’ll fly love, we’ll fly, high
Over the ocean trembling down below
We’ll go love, we’ll go, high above the mountain
And her feathers white as snow
And her feathers white as snow

When an angry sky is crying and the Sun shies away
And an angry crowd is turning and there’s nothing left to say
When the thorn in your side wounds your pride
When an angry sky is crying, I will fly to your side

I’ll come flying through your midnight window
On a moonbeam, on a moonbeam
I’ll come sailing to your midnight window
I’ll come and I’ll let you go
I’ll come and I’ll set you free

We’ll fly love, we’ll fly, high over
The ocean trembling down below
We’ll go love, we’ll go, high above the mountain
And her feathers white as snow
And her feathers white as snow

When a Moon gets tangled in a blackthorn tree