Standard (EADGBE)

Barks in the dark of a summertime sight

Oh, what a silver moon

Fist full of figs, and a rusty flashlight

 Just dippin' along like a broken down kite

 Hey, oh, what a silver moon

Sings by the light of her room

 And the song is the shape of a strange balloon

 Ooooooon...., silver moon

Empty the rag from a dirty glass jar

Oh, what a silver moon

 We sit for a bit in a battle-cracked car

 While her ice prob'ly was a single bad star

Oh, what a silver moon

 Her father would be coming soon

 And his hand swiftly split the clasp in two

 Oooooooh...., silver moon

 Oooooooh...., silver moon

 We walk through the park in a summertime storm

Strangely amazed and a little bit warm

Fresh from the flash of a threshing room floor

Oh, what a silver moon

 Her father would be coming soon

 And the song is the shape of a strange balloon

 Oooooooh...., silver moon

 Oooooooh...., silver moon

 Oooooooh...., silver moon

Silver moon

 My silver moon

Silver moon