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    Let the river rock you like a cradle
    Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able
    Let your hands tie a knot across the table
    Come and touch the things you cannot feel

    And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold you
    Let the Sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you
    And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you
    If all the things you feel ain't what they seem
    And don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream

    The mocking bird sings each different song
    Each song has wings - they won't stay long
    Do those who hear think he's doing wrong?
    While the church bell tolls its one-note song
    And the school bell is tinkling to the throng
    Come here where your ears cannot hear

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    And close your eyes, child, and listen to what I'll tell you
    Follow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel you
    And the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quellyou
    If all the sounds you hear ain't what they seem
    Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream

    The rising smell of fresh-cut grass
    Smothered cities choke and yell with fuming gas
    I hold some grapes up to the Sun
    And their flavour breaks upon my tongue
    With eager tongues we taste our strife
    And fill our lungs with seas of life
    Come taste and smell the waters of our time

    And close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you
    Let your flower perfume out and let the winds caress you
    As I walk through the garden, I am hoping I don't miss you
    If all the things you taste ain't what they seem
    Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream

    The Sun and Moon both arise
    And we'll see them soon through days and nights
    But now silver leaves are mirrors, bring delights
    And the colours of your eyes are fiery bright
    While darkness blinds the skies with all its light
    Come see where your eyes cannot see

    And close your eyes, child, and look at what I'll show you
    Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you
    And maybe when we meet then suddenly I will know you
    If all the things you see ain
    Quote t what they seem
    Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream
    And you can follow; And you can follow; follow

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    Composición: Jerry Merrick

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