An Occasional Dream

I recall how we lived On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of a Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness in our lives And tomorrows of rich surprise... Some things we could do. In our madness We burnt one hundred days, Time takes time to pass And I still hold some ashes to me, An Occasional Dream. And we'd sleep,oh so close, But not really close our eyes 'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue... Gently weeping nights It was long,long ago And I can't touch your name. For the days of fate were strong for you... Danced you far from me. In my madness I see your face in mine. I keep a photograph, It burns my wall with time Time, An Occasional Dream Of mine. An Occasional Dream Of mine. An Occasional Dream Of mine. Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud Solemn faced, The village settles down, Undetected my the stars, And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep And the last thing on his mind Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned 'Neath the covered wooden shaft. Folds the rope Into its bag. Blows his pipe of smolders, Blankets smoke into the room. And the day will end for some As the night begins for one. Staring through the message in his eyes Lies a solitary son From the mountain called the Freecloud Where the eagle dare not fly. And the patience in his sigh Gives no indication For the townsmen to decide. So the village Dreadful yawns Pronouncing gross diversion As the label for the dog. Oh "It's the madness in his eyes" As he breaks the night to cry: "It's really Me. Really You And really Me. It's so hard for us to really be Really You And really Me. You'll lose me though I'm always really free." And the mountain moved its eyes To the world of realize Where the snow had saved a place For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud And the village Dreadful cried As the rope began to rise For the smile stayed on his face Of the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud. And the women once proud Clutched the heart of the crowd As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand And the Magic in the stare Of the Wild Eyed Boy said: "Stop,Freecloud They won't think to cut me down." But the cottages fell Like a playing card hell And the tears on the face Of the Wise Boy Came trembling down To the rumbling ground And the missionary mystic of peace/love Stumbled back to cry among the clouds, Kicking back the pebbles From the Freecloud mountain Track. God Knows I'm Good I was walking through the counters of a national concern And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder. And I saw the multitude of faces,honest,rich and clean As the merchandise exchanged and money roared. And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak Into the paper bag at her side. And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind. Crying "God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today. God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today." Then she moved towards the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag. Persperation trickled down her forehead. And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid uponm her shoulder, She was led away bewildered and amazed. Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter As her escort asked her softly for her name. And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor. Crying " God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, Surely God won't look the other way God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, Surely God won't look the other way "