Mushroom Moon

Faith played a dirty trick
it put the spell on me
Alone in the weird woods
i saw the mushroom moon

i spoke to stones
they didn't speak to me
i spoke to trees
they didn't say a word

a sigh of the wind made me cry
and i started to fly
i flew over trees, i flew over
mountains and seas

The mushroom moon is bad news
it's a roundabout, where you never get out
The mushroom moon is bad news
It's a sad night, a long flight

then came a giant hand
it was soft and warm
four fairies on the palm
thank god, i was born

red cheeks and bright blue eyes
and gentle smiles
four little old ladies sang
an optimistic tune:

"Fly baby fly, don't be frightened
you know what to do
what is it worth to have feet on the earth
you fool"