Sat here by this stony brook

Until the grey day turned to dust

When up swam a fish with a childrens book

Thought that I was lost He was on his way to the salmon hop

Thats where they go to breed

Saw me sitting on this log

And thought Id like to read The night was cloudy

But the moon he found a hole

Said that he felt bad for me

'Cause I had no place to go Why arent you at the harvest ball

With some sweet young gal

You just sit like a bump on the log

And call that fish your pal Well, I told him I was an orphan

Lived here all alone

But many people have often tried

To catch and take me home

They never caught me Thought that I was a hiding

Call this log my home

But the fish and the moon

And a sweet young gal

All want me for their own The night was cloudy

But the moon he found a hole

Said that he felt bad for me

'Cause I had no place to go So I met that gal at the harvest ball

She took me to her room

While I slept in childrens dreams

The fish ran away with the moon

The fish ran away with the moon

The fish ran away with the moon