You Hung The Moon

The homecoming fanfare is echoing still Now tapping on tables And sensing a chill Poor families expecting loved one's return Only summon some charlatan spectre Oh, when will they learn? You hung the moon From a gallows in the sky Choked out the light In his blue lunar eye The shore is a parchment The sea has no tide Since he was taken from my side The lines of the fallen are viewed through a glass But you cannot touch them at all Or hear their footfall just as they go past The drunken ground is where they are bound You hung the moon From a gallows in the sky Put out the light in his blue lunar eye The shore is a parchment The sea has no tide Since he was taken from my side So slap out his terrors And sneer at his tears We deal with deserters like this From the breech to the barrel, the bead we will level Break earth with a shovel, quick march on the double Lower him shallow like tallow down in the abyss You hung the moon From a gallows in the sky Choked out the light in his blue lunar eye The shore is a parchment The sea has no tide Since he was taken from my side Since he was taken from my side The homecoming fanfare is echoing still --- You Hung the Moon - Elvis Costello