COLIN:

Some nights I dream

That a round-shouldered man

Comes in my room 

On a beam of moonlight. 

He never says what he wants, 

He just sits with a book in his handS.



And then I dream

That the roound-shouldered man

Takes me off on a ride

Through the moorS by moonlight.

He never says where we'll go,

We just ride 'cross the hills 'till dawn.



And some night I'm going to ask him, 

Is the night sky black or blue? 

I know the answer's in his book

Of all that's good and true.



And once I dreamed

That the round-shouldered man 

Took my hand and we walked

To a secret garden.

I never knew where we were,

We just sat in the crook of a broken tree.



And some night I'm going to ask him

How the old moon turns to new. 

I know the answer's in his book

Of all that's good and true.

I'm sure the answer's in his book

Of all that's good and true.