In the land beyond the sea,
There is a woman made for me.
Her eyes, her light, I never will deny.
We would meet most every day.
Our love was never put away.
Our blood, our skin, is one hand in hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.

My mouth is full of night,
Drawn by six black horses.
The King of Death is holding out his hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.

Together we will take the space between the stars.
In a land beyond the sea, is where we are.

The guiltless are weightless, but they still stumble in the dark.
The King of Death is holding out his hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.
We'll make love under the Hunter's Moon.