كلمات Blue Moon

I've been taveling, traveling for sorrow The moon folowed me on my way home The caravans full of horses are tursty Pray to the moon light me with your mercy Blue moon, blue moon Rising My bud is waiting, wainting for the medicine He sounds seekin wood for the Oh moon, have mercy on the poor Blue moon, blue moon Rising It's getting closer, the roads growing small And I'm only waiting for horses to farm Continue to got mill, for farming this more And I'm getting closer to my mother's door Blue moon, blue moon Rising Blue moon, blue moon Rising Blue moon, blue moon Rising