Текст: Emmylou Harris. Bad Moon Rising.

(John Fogerty)

I see a bad moon rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lighting
I see bad times today

Now don't go 'round tonight
For it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

I hear hurricanes a blowing
I know the end is comin' soon
I fear the river's overflowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin

I hope you have got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we're in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye