mobile chateau

far away is the moon

shining down in her room

found you tripping on the stars

making mobiles out of parts

that you found lying on the ground

hark the birds are singing

we've been lost and found

far away is the sun

winter you will come

with your lily white hands

making crafts out of plants

found you weeping in the snow

hark the bells are ringing

i won't let you go

and with the trees we will sway

the sky and geese

we ought to stay this way

found you weeping in the snow

hark the bells are ringing

i won't let you go