Из альбома: Mixed Bag
Let the river rock you like a cradle
Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able
Let your hands tire not across the table
Come and touch the things you cannot feel
And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold you
Let the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you.
And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you
If all the things you feel ain't what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream.
The mockingbird sings each different song.
Each song has wings, they won't stay long
To those who hear think he's doing wrong
While the church bell tolls its one-note song
And the school bell is tinkling to the throng
Come here where your ears cannot hear
And close your ears, child, and listen to what I'll tell you:
Follow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel you
And the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quell you
If all the sound you're hear ain't what they seem
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream.
The rising smell of fresh-cut grass
Smothered cities choke and yell with fuming gas
I hold some grapes up to the sun
And their flavor breaks upon my tongue
With eager tongues we taste our strife
And fill our lungs with seas of life
Come taste and smell the waters of our time
And close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you
Let your flower perfume out and let the winds caress you
As I walk on through the garden I am hoping I don't miss you
If all the things you taste ain't what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream.
The sun and moon both arise
And we'll see them soon through days of night
But now silver leaves on mirrors bring delight
And the color of your eyes are fiery bright
While darkness blinds the skies with all its light
Come see where your eyes cannot see
And close your eyes child and look at what I'll show you
Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you
And maybe when we meet suddenly I will know you
If all the things you see ain't what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream.
And you can follow, and you can follow
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