The last time the moon was full It showed its darker side The mundane had the magic annulled Making vinegar out of wine And the peddler wheeled his boxes A long way to the fair To retrieve his green-eyed daughter Knowing she had followed me there The last time the moon was full The sun reneged its shine As if to prove who owns the pull Of tide and sacrifice But I loved his green-eyed daughter And I brought her to that dance What chance had I, a pauper But that moon's enchanted trance The last time the moon was full It reaped his bitter fruit With his box of golden baubles And pencil stubs as proof The peddler lured the revelers Back to their world of cares With his calculated laughter And his "johnny's so long at the fair" The last time the moon was full Blasphemed its holy three Emasculating maypoles With material force and thieves And I watched his green-eyed daughter As he placed her in his cart Parading her as princess To eclipse her gypsy heart