Lenna's Moon (Remastered)

I am a child of the autumn moon, Few are the children of the autumn moon. It sings us a silver shadowed tune. Love you for your mind, child, the moon sings. Love me with your mind, child, the moon sings. I’ll give you a soul, most precious of things. But that is a gift that burns like a fire — Feed it fuel and it burns like a wild fire, Starve it and soon its flame will expire. For in this world too many souls are chilled, Born into this world too many die chilled Unless we allow their hearts to be filled.