Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me

Tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea

Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind

Pegasus and flying fish and woodsmen made of tin



A kid knows what he wants to be before he’s nine or ten

Cowboys, clowns, and men of war and someone else’s friend

But nine grows into big boys’ pants and then to scars and pain

Twenty’s fast and hard as nails but doesn’t come again



There’s days to fall and days to rise and days for making haste

Days for seeking out yourself but no days you can waste

Nighttimes filled with love so good it aches to rest it down

Endless hallways dark with sleep and rivers dark with sound



Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me

Tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea

Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind

Pegasus and flying fish and woodsmen made of tin



Children climbing on my arms and pigeons on my head

Get thee up my little man and dream a dream instead

dream a dream of rocking chairs and flying through the night

Dream until the morning’s gone and turned the dark to light



Then come and get your daddy if he hasn’t blown away

Rock him in your children’s hands and help him find his way

Take him to your hiding place and let him come inside

He’ll never tell your secret, cross my heart and hope to die



Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me

Tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea

Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind

Pegasus and flying fish and woodsmen made of tin