© Michael Peter Smith
Jester moon
She fills the night with flowers
Jester moon
She weaves them in her hair
When I was sleeping
She took my love somewhere
Jester moon
Where's my baby
The sun's a clown
The sky's a circus tent
The sun's a clown
The sky's a circus tent
When I was sleeping
They folded up and went
Jester moon
Where's my baby
Jester moon
She fills the night with loving
Late and soon
She leads you to a chair
Just when you get started
She goes away from there
Jester moon
Where's my baby
