I was long inside a dream, I could not get loose I will tell you of it, although there is little use To tell a dream, when dreaming is all you ever do But things were not so good, I can't make light of it My poor soul, it was having a dark night of it It was a long night, a week, maybe a year Maybe a long dark night is coming down Maybe a long dark night is coming down Through the door of my dream burst No zombie, no ogre, no devil there But a flying man with long trailing hair Who perched upon the iron rail of my bed Oh Lord, combing his long white hair and saying my name How could he know, when I did not even know my name? Maybe a long dark night is coming down Maybe a long dark night, my precious one Maybe a long dark night is rolling around my eyes Oh, Lord The man, who took me to be from elsewhere When I too inhabited the earthly sphere, leant down and struck me With his long trailing hair Maybe a long dark night is coming down Maybe a long dark night, my precious one Maybe a long dark night is rolling around my head Oh, Lord