lake jackson's moon

The air was cool, the stars were bright second blue moon of the last year shone that night the shepherd slept beneath a tree, and dreamed of sheep and dogs and sweet Kathleen

But when he woke, the sheep were gone He cried out loud for all of them to come The wayward flock was 'probly not far gone So he set out to find the sheep and take them home

But the sheep were creeping oer the field The shepherd's cry they would not yield For freedoms song had sung it's tune And all the sheep tried to escape that very night beneath the light o' Lake Jackson's Moon

The shepherd walked and called their names "Sweet Molly O! Where hast thee gone?" He rambled fields and through the woods until he found himself near along the shore

The night was clear, and til then quiet then laughter came out of the night and out mid-lake on a pontoon he spied his naked wife and the neighbor's son Mcguire beneath the light o' Lake Jackson's moon

His heart was broken with surprise He raised the rifle scope up to his eyes his young wife's breasts were without care And the neighbor's son Mcguire's hands ran through her hair

He beaded in between her eyes, and all the truth of hurtful lies but at that moment Molly's head...came in between...his wife Kathleen's... and the bullet's lead

For Molly O, his lamb divine was neither glib nor a specially swift ovine the other sheep had turned for home and left poor Molly O to die alone

The shepherd cradled Molly's head And cried out that she should not be one that's dead I've loved you dear, as any man could do Think of our times and the sweet wine we shared at night beneath the light o' Lake Jackson's moon

When he got home, how Kathleen cried "You mustn't think it was what you thought you spied! 'Twas just a swim beneath the moon... He's just a boy and you're my man, I'd never stray, there is no way please understand, this is for you" as she slipped out and dropped her dress layed on the grass with out-streched arms and all her charms shone in the night beneath the light o' Lake Jackson's moon

A short time on, they sat by the fire the shepherd knew now his wife was not a liar He touched her cheek, she kissed his hand... Then they went back to the chops with a nice mint sauce and a salad with a vinaigrette, and a little rice, a glass of wine and life was fine that beautiful night beneath the light o' Lake Jackson's moon

And life was fine, that beautiful night, beneath the light o' Lake Jackson's Moon!