Oh Mister Moon, moon, bright & shining moon, come from behind that tree. My life's in danger, I've got to run, here comes the man with the big Gatlin' gun Oh Mister Moon, moon bright & shining moon, won't you please shine down on, (please shine down on), please shine down on me! That's a childhood memory of how my dad sang it 40 years ago when we travelled around Canada.
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