Come and sit with me
‘neath the dreaming tree,
where thoughts run free
and imagination rules.
Along the shore of purple seas
among the budding butterfly trees
we’ll chat of stars and honeybees
and lunch on sweet jam and jewels.
We’ll hold hands and smile
watch the yellow crocodile
swim backwards down the flowing Nile,
while we sip polka-dotted lemonade.
And as the tree’s leaves pile
in the most amazing billowy style
we’ll dream our dreams awhile
under the canopy’s rainbow shade.
The dreams we lovingly chase
will be full of peace and effortless grace,
spread upon dandelions and bobbin lace
fitting us perfectly, like a glove.
In this paradise-like place
you’ll offer a tender, sweet embrace,
I’ll kiss your handsome, sun-warmed face
and we’ll share the dream of love.
Yes, come sit with me
‘neath this dreaming tree,
minds and souls joined endlessly,
lost in dreams of perfect ecstasy.