A red sun came rolling down a grey sky. And the frogs and dogs and night birds then. Started up singing sweet country lullaby. You see that patch of city lights-.
Now comes the morning. Wet with the kiss of midnight. Shadows stayed sulking in the way. Sunshine for dreaming. Blackest magic to believe in. Spectrums and rainbows and days.
Back in 1957. We had to dance a foot apart. And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines. Holding their rulers without a heart. And so with just a touch of our fingers.
Yesterday a child came out to wonder. Caught a dragonfly inside a jar. Fearful when the sky was full of thunder. And tearful at the falling of a star.
Twinkle, twinkle what a pity. All alone on such a pretty night. With enchantment on your side. . Popcorn, popcorn, cotton candy. Soft voice whispers, "This can all be right.
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and. the first thing that I heard. Was a song outside my window, and the. traffic wrote the words. It came ringing up like Christmas bells,.
If you ever come to our town. On a carousel crusade. And you're tired of fighting windmills with a nail. Cross the fence and join the dragons. Who have never made the grade.