The Dream

I was walking down

A sunny street in town

In a dream

She was standing

In the shadow of a tree

In a dream

In my dream

She invited me

Inside her house to see

The walls were black

Black and white

Just like a woodcut

Printed down

In a dream

In my dream

And the wheel is turning

And the wheel is burning

And the wheel sang

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."

On the table was a box of mica

Where I could see through

She said 'ruby'

I said 'red'

To me it looks like honey dew

Like your skin, too

And the wheel is turning

And the wheel is burning

And the wheel sang

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."

And the wheel is turning

Wheel is burning

The wheel sang

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."

In my dream

In my dream

And the wheel is turning

Like a wheel is burning

And the wheel sang

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."

And the wheel is turning

The wheel is burning

And the wheel sang

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."

In my dream