Saraband For Dead Lovers

I dreamed a race
A Theban harvest
Golden face, broken down
Mother most scorned
Please take these flowers
Touch my face and tell me who I am

Fall asleep, you timeless beings
Stand me straight, but don't blow me down
I learnt in the woods that all speech is related
Touch my face and I'll tell you who I am
When I sleep I wonder
When I sleep I wonder
Holy child, stones come alive
I can see all that you see
The saints that weep are the ones that I keep
Save us from the rain

Holy child, stones come alive
Make believe all you believe
Sweet and soul, it's hard to explain
Gravy for the brain
When I sleep I wonder
When I sleep I wonder
When I sleep I wonder
When I sleep I wonder
When I sleep I wonder