Well come on Jacob Come on John I've got something I wanna show you In the big black barn But don't tell Lucy Don't tell Ann I'm afraid they might go snooping 'Round the big black barn You gotta tiptoe through the sleeping trees Past the dying bushes and the strangled breeze You gotta backslide over hungry birds Beneath the sleeping leaves Speak in whispered words Then follow the light Of the dead winter moon Yeah follow the light Of the dead winter moon You're sure to find me waiting By the big black barn Oh follow the light of the dead winter moon Yeah follow the light of the dead winter moon