Chatham Moon by Ed McKendry

December is cold in this New England town
Christmas is humming a tune
lights in the windows, balls on the trees
under a Chatham Moon

Men, they're all waiting out in the cold
women hear the cry of the loon
church bells are ringing through a chill in the air
under a Chatham Moon

I just can't wait for you to come home
tomorrow can't come too soon
together we'll see, up through the trees
the beautiful Chatham Moon

So I found the Squier for holiday cheer
and laughter in a crowded barroom
i stayed too long, fell out in the street
under that Chatham Moon

• Rock
• acoustic
• americana
• electro-acoustic
• singer-songwriter
• vocals
• Yarmouth