Neck of the Moon

She said, "Francis, I am, I am dead from now on But I will live as long as the cloud stays In front of the moon," and I looked up and saw Saw the black ship Like a great wolf, after the neck of the moon Down inside the woods, where I saw the light In the country, in the country Well my dreams are like bark peeled by lightning I was with her, with the girl while the wolf had The whistling swans in their ceremonies The passing bell nods like a snake charm And the wolf had the moon by the throat She is standing there in the wind And the cantatas of the moonlight Well I'm riding the mule, mule to nowhere Then after a while, it's a pony, and then it's a horse And the wolf had the moon by the throat And they suddenly were like Were like rustlings of the devil And they suddenly were like Were like rustlings of the devil And they suddenly were like Were like rustlings of the devil And they suddenly were like Were like rustlings of the devil