Day is breaking and the moon has run away.
There’s a moon in my wrist a moon in my eye.
I wish I could call you but its time to pray.
Upriver everyone gets his say.
I’ve a moon in my wrist and eye.
I’m drawing with chalk a sun with rays.
Day is breaking and the moon has run away.
See how small the houses are today?
I wish I could call you but its time to pray.
Upriver everyone gets his say.
They’re loosening the nails down by the quay.
Day is breaking and the moon has run away.
And bring all Heav’n before mine eyes.
And may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage,
Day is breaking…
Planet of the Blind 