VINTAGE
The night was mighty dark
so you could hardly see,
For the moon refused to shine.
Couple sitting underneath
a willow tree,
For love they did pine.
Little maid was kinda
'fraid of darkness
So she said, "I guess I'll go."
Boy began to sigh,
looked up at the sky,
And told the moon
his little tale of woe
Oh, Shine on, shine on,
harvest moon
Up in the sky;
I ain't had no lovin'
Since April, January,
June or July
so you could hardly see,
For the moon refused to shine.
Couple sitting underneath
a willow tree,
For love they did pine.
Little maid was kinda
'fraid of darkness
So she said, "I guess I'll go."
Boy began to sigh,
looked up at the sky,
And told the moon
his little tale of woe
Oh, Shine on, shine on,
harvest moon
Up in the sky;
I ain't had no lovin'
Since April, January,
June or July