Steve Tilston All In A Dream
All in a dream when reeling down the road
Thread, bare washed out in dye, was nicely blown
And where the waters met I saw him cast his net in;
All it shining to the brim with gold
All in a dream when reeling down the road
All in a dream I heard the kindest words
She spoke of loving me as cups of tea were stirred
And I swear the mad March Hare and the Mad Hatter, he was there
And someone shouted, life is so absurd.
All in a dream I heard the kindest words
And if it's alright, I'll dream about you next Friday night so beware
And when the clock rings, I'll have you doing the strangest things in the
Air
All in a dream, I gleamed of London Town
Set the ravens free and pulled the tower down
And the tens are turned to beer and upon a gondolier
I rode my enemies way out of sound
All in a dream I gleamed of London Town
And if it's alright, I'll dream about you next Friday night so beware
And when the clock rings, I'll have you doing the strangest things in the
Air
All in a dream when reeling down the road
Thread, bare washed out in dye, was nicely blown
And where the waters met I saw him cast his net in;
All it shining to the brim with gold
All in a dream when reeling down the road
All in a dream when reeling down the road
Yeah, all in a dream when reeling down the road
