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I had a dream I was following a barefoot girl |
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Beside a stream that flowed around the world |
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And we spoke of many things though her mouth never moved |
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As the most peculiar scenes were disappearing into view |
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Oh what a dream beyond the realm of why |
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Pretty little beings beneath the yawning sky |
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Speaking of God as though they could define |
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Music to the deaf and color to the blind or God to man |
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And then the leaves became a thousand tears |
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And I was on my knees in a crazy house of mirrors |
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I couldn't find my face but a voice was drawing nearer |
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Hush baby, sweet baby, hush don't you cry |
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And I thought I woke and my mother was standing there |
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And my heart broke as the ribbons in her hair |
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Turned into highways surrounded and swirled |
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Like a crown come down around a not so perfect world |
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In the corner of the dream was the man with the blue guitar |
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It had no strings but the music touched the stars |
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And his long dark curls turned to gold before my eyes |
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And the barefoot girl smiled off to the side and it was real |
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Then a thousand birds took flight with a joyful noise |
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And I heard the angels up on high rejoice |
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I could see my face and I recognized the voice |
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Hush baby, sweet baby, hush baby hush |
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It's just a dream, one of those that goes on and on |
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Scene after scene with the rhythm of a gypsy song |
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When I really woke I was frozen in between |
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I didn't know who I was, it was a dream inside a dream |
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It's all a dream |
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Oh what a dream |
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I had a dream |
