Son of a dream

 You see it through to the end

You, do, oh you do my friend

Because the ache runs deep

Like the oak trees tap

Which speaks and seeps

And strange how sleep comes not to those who

Wait

But the deaf and dumb of fickle fate

And it is dawn, ticking on the lawn

The sun dial steals a smile

and peek at the clouds

But rain never comes

And the yellow grass hums

And the fathers and babies and mums

Succumb to the heat

Like a Viking invader

raping and pillaging our stores

Of energy

Drinking your water

Vampire fangs

Sucking on the pink flesh of man

A humour hangs

And arrow falls

The lap wing sung

Upon the wall

And out in dried up reed beds

The lonely moor hens rest their heads

Dying or living in chorus

So shall we because we are all connected

On some level I believe

Sleepless in Seattle New York

Or Milton Keynes

It's all the same foot to the metal

It's just the way I walk

Don't block the sun,

Or block the stream

Don't sing what's sung

Or hung what's been

The mother tongue

Is your only Queen

Do what she says son of a dream

Come and gone all unseen