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