tristan's never heard it he's just gonna he's gonna
raise his eyebrows and figure it out as brave as you are
two nights ago the moon was a cradle in the western sky
two nights ago the moon was a cradle in the western sky
and i dove in i dove right in
i dove right in
take me back i said
take me back i said

take me back i said and she did
i'm so glad i didn't know
that it is not possible
to dive into the cradle of
the moon
cause i dove in i dove right in
i'm so glad i didn't know
that the moon
is a cold stone
Just a rock locked into the gravitational field of the earth
Cause I dove in, I dove right in
And we sailed along with my chin
Pressed against her curving silver skin
And she tucked me in to her heart
Cause she knew I needed heart
And she sang songs and murmured stories
Fed me bites of stars, comet tails and cheese
Sips of moonbeams
And pretty soon I could see so clearly
I could see my mom
Hanging her head in the air
Her clothes on the line
I could see my sister
Humming in her garden
Smoking her favorite
Kind of cigarette
A cup of coffee
Balance
On the top of the stairs
I could see my brother
Running from A to B street
Singing and flying
Catching my eye and smiling
I could see my son and Amanda
And the five babies
And Christine and Joe and Joel
And Dinah
Sledding the big hill
Nothing could be finer
And there is my daughter
On top of high mountains
Singing her prayers to the sea
Where is my sweetheart?
I wonder as I gaze across this vast space between my chin
I wonder as I gaze across this vast space between my chin
Resting on the curving silver skin
Of the moon
And the cottonwood trees far below
I'm so glad
I didn't know
That it is
Not possible
That it is not possible
To dive into the cradle of the moon
Because I dove in
I dove right in
The moon said
Thank you forЫ
Sing, so I warbled out some tunes
And far below
I could see my sweetheart dancing
Dancing in the creek
In his big mud boots
Dancing in the creek
In his big mud boots
Take me back
I said
And she did
I want to do one more song for you
Because I wanted to play
My banjo
But I do want to like wrap it up
Before we all turn into popsicles
But um
You see why my husband likes that song
Because he's in it
Well done
She just thinks it's too long
It isn't long enough
It's so long
It's so long
That like in the middle of it
I'm thinking
It's still gonna go on
For a really long time
These poor, poor people
They do not know
Oh
Oh