nLet the river rock you like a cradlenClimb to the treetops, child, if you're ablenLet your hands tie a knot across the table.nCome and touch the things you cannot feel.nnAnd close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold younLet the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold younAnd maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you,nIf all the things you feel ain't what they seem.nAnd don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream.nnThe mocking bird sings each different songnEach song has wings - they won't stay long.nDo those who hear think he's doing wrong?nWhile the church bell tolls its one-note songnAnd the school bell is tinkling to the throng.nCome here where your ears cannot hear.nnAnd close your eyes, child, and listen to what I'll tell younFollow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel younAnd the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quellyounIf all the sounds you hear ain't what they seem,nThen don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dreamnnThe rising smell of fresh-cut grassnSmothered cities choke and yell with fuming gasnI hold some grapes up to the sunnAnd their flavour breaks upon my tongue.nWith eager tongues we taste our strifenAnd fill our lungs with seas of life.nCome taste and smell the waters of our time.nnAnd close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you,nLet your flower perfume out and let the winds caress you.nAs I walk through the garden, I am hoping I don't miss younIf all the things you taste ain't what they seem,nThen don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream .nnThe sun and moon both arisenAnd we'll see them soon through days and nightsnBut now silver leaves are mirrors, bring delights.nAnd the colours of your eyes are fiery bright,nWhile darkness blinds the skies with all its light.nCome see where your eyes cannot see.nnAnd close your eyes, child, and look at what I'll show you;nLet your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you,nAnd maybe when we meet then suddenly I will know you.nIf all the things you see ainnquote t what they seem,nThen don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream .nAnd you can follow; And you can follow; follow...nn