All Those Dreams

When the morning comes

And you're still sleeping

With all those dreams

In your pretty head

I'll light a fire

While the sun comes creeping

All across

The meadow bed

The old clock has stopped

No longer ticking

No longer counting every second

Out by the car

Our snowman's melting

Nothing can bring

him back now

His smile a twig

And his nose a cucumber

His eyes two pinecones

Looking out

We got pictures of him

Like little kids laughing

In the snow we were walking hand in hand

We went looking for a big surprise

And we found before our eyes

two white elks grazing on the green

Then we heard the honkers coming

Landing on the lake of summer

Nesting there and waiting for a dream

When the morning comes

And you're still sleeping

With all those dreams

In your pretty head

I'll light a fire

While the sun comes creeping

All across

The meadow bed