Some don't know about walking in the moonbeams
Some don't believe you can really kiss the sky
But one thing we always know about the Dream Time
No-one out there ever asks us why
There's never any question while we're dreaming
it's not a thing you would ever analyze
One thing no-one asks while dreaming;
is this just now or is it happening all the time.
Some think the Dream Time is something distant
They send ships and boats and planes in their forays
but you know very well it's right beside them
they could have found it just as fast if they had stayed
Of course you kiss the sky; you walk inside it
You also know the moonbeams when Luna smiles every night
There is no real waking from the Dream Time
There are just times it comes to us more bright
Maybe you see only some weak poetic rub
which seems it came from a dusty languid shelf
but while you read the words you're really dreaming
and your mind has gone somewhere else
Sunbeams and moonbeams are everywhere around us
Some say artists are the only ones to see them
but that's just because they're the only ones who look
and those beams are almost never on the ground
Without a sound
and no dream
What could it ever seem
but empty
Some don't know about walking in the moonbeams
Some don't believe you can really kiss the sky
But one thing we always know about the Dream Time
No-one out there ever asks us why
Some don't believe you can really kiss the sky
But one thing we always know about the Dream Time
No-one out there ever asks us why
There's never any question while we're dreaming
it's not a thing you would ever analyze
One thing no-one asks while dreaming;
is this just now or is it happening all the time.
Some think the Dream Time is something distant
They send ships and boats and planes in their forays
but you know very well it's right beside them
they could have found it just as fast if they had stayed
Of course you kiss the sky; you walk inside it
You also know the moonbeams when Luna smiles every night
There is no real waking from the Dream Time
There are just times it comes to us more bright
Maybe you see only some weak poetic rub
which seems it came from a dusty languid shelf
but while you read the words you're really dreaming
and your mind has gone somewhere else
Sunbeams and moonbeams are everywhere around us
Some say artists are the only ones to see them
but that's just because they're the only ones who look
and those beams are almost never on the ground
Without a sound
and no dream
What could it ever seem
but empty
Some don't know about walking in the moonbeams
Some don't believe you can really kiss the sky
But one thing we always know about the Dream Time
No-one out there ever asks us why
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