Murmur the little dreams
Where lost smiles plead
Weaving delicate golden
into silky freedom
Bright eyes see not thought
Laughter loses edge
Soft beneath the sand
Man moving hand to spoil
Frail stands all strong
Hurry, scurry to awake.
Where lost smiles plead
Weaving delicate golden
into silky freedom
Bright eyes see not thought
Laughter loses edge
Soft beneath the sand
Man moving hand to spoil
Frail stands all strong
Hurry, scurry to awake.