x4

             
Once there was

    
 a pilgrim
        
He was lonely 

as a broom
             
He had teh ide

            
a, to build th

   
e moon
              
He started wit

       
h an onion
             
And then he le

t it dry
              
He rang it lik

    
e a bell
        
And it made hi

m cry
              
Then he covere

       
d it up
              
With dust and 


dirt
              
Then he made i

       
t hollow
              
So it wouldn't

   
 hurt
              
Then he cut th

     
e ropes
              
And it came un


wound
              
Then he raised

       
 it up
              
Up off the gro


und

              
Now the moon i

        
s a hangin
        
In the sky
             
Shakin the oce

#   
ans
              
And movin' the

  
 tide
              
And if his cal

       
culations
         
Was not true
              
Then we might 

        
not be lonely
              
Looking at the

   
 moon

  x2

              
Somebody once 

    
asked
    
The astronauts
              
Who built the 

  
moon?
     
But they would

 not
              
Talk about the

   
 pilgrim
           
And his lonely

 self
              
Looking down o

          
n the earth
     
All by his sel

f
             
But they was r

         
eally worried
              
About his lone

      
ly bones
              
Said can we se

            
nd a mission
              
To bring him h


ome
              
But by the tim

             
e the apollow
             
It touched dow

n
              
He was hiding 

       
in a hole
        
Under ground

              
Now the moon i

         
s a hangin
        
In the sky
              
Shakin the oce

  
ans
              
And moving the

 
 tide
              
And if his cal

          
culations
          
Was not true
              
Then we may no

      
t be lonely
              
Looking at the

  
 moon

  x2

[Solo]
   
  
     

              
Then he covere

      
d it up
              
With dust and 

  
dirt
              
And he made it

    
 hollow
              
So it wouldn't

  
 hurt
              
Then he cut th

   
e ropes
              
And it came un

 
wound
              
Then he raised

     
 it up
             
Up off the gro

und

              
Now the moon i

         
s a hangin
        
In the sky
              
Shakin the oce

  
ans
              
And moving the

 
 tide
              
And if his cal

          
culations
          
Was not true
              
Then we may no

      
t be lonely
              
Looking at the

  
 moon



             
Looking at the

  
 moon

Looking at the

 moon
             
Looking at the

   
 moon