I watched the face of age as the black and white

move slowly down the page

Come in the folk of long ago

When a black man told me  

the story of the road

Special his voice clear

And dozen kids would stop at the library

to hear

Reality is just a word

My mind is flying

Let drear  see

Comfort in free

Now the walls they climb

A spider and fly

One is the other a lie

Catch a scream

Every dreamers

Got to dream

Inside the fairy tale

You find me

Drifting page at a time

Young lady

Claims I have

 lost mine

story books and pretty looks

from eyes bright as day

come on let us play

 in the library

twice a week

sing and read

 moral of  story

let tell you clear

reality is just a word

some folks never hear

with hat in hand

in smiling mime

read and sing

she

just keep time
words of the road
singer reader and mime