Last night I dreamt a strange, peculiar dream,
A child swept underneath some great bird's wing,
Laid on the ground where warmth was found,
Until he woke and crawled away on hands and knees.

Flying in my dream,
Flying in my dream.

A snake told stories to the child untrue,
The child bent down and felt it's poison tooth,
Started to die,
The bird did fly,
Swallowed the snake to swallow the child and then he died.

Flying in my dream,
Flying in my dream.

The dead bird lay for three whole days then spread it's wings and flew away.

I woke up early while the sun still slept,
This strange dream circulating in my head,
Stared at the ceiling,
Pondered it's meaning,
The dream would not leave me although I left my bed.

Flying in my dream,
Flying in my dream.

The dead bird lay for three whole days then spread it's wings and flew away.

In my dream,
In my dream,
My dream.