Call her moonchild, Dancing in the shallows of a river Lovely moonchild Dreaming in the shadow of the willow. Talking to the trees of the Cobweb strange Sleeping on the steps of a fountain Waving silver wands to the Night-bird song Waiting for the sun on the mountain. King Crimson, Moonchild Preludes 11 (1995 « Mais quoi que […]