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