On nights when I'm feeling well
I have a dream, one of a kind
It can't be bought- its not for sell
God gave it to me, it is mine.
I go back again to a childhood
To live deep in the pine
In such depths that the wildwood
Creeps around my home in vine
Over and above my door
Inch by inch- maybe more.
Wild birds come to feed off my hand
Their songs I come to understand
And among them freely soar
Happier than I've ever been before.
The knowing that leered a life time in my eyes
The words that lay a life time on my tongue
Are one with all that in a life time dies
When the praise of mankind is over sung-
And I know again the starry skies
As I once did when worlds were young
With the soul for whom my passion cries
As when we first begin...