All Those Dreams (Orchestral)

When the morning comes and you're still sleeping With all those dreams in your pretty head I light a fire while the sun comes creeping All across the meadow bed The old clock has stopped, no longer ticking No longer counting every second Out by the car are snowmens melting Nothing can bring 'em back now His smile a twig and his nose a cucumber His eyes two pinecones looking out We got pictures of him like two little kids laughing In the snow we were walking hand in hand We went looking for a big surprise And when we found before our eyes Two white elks gracing on the green We heard the honkers coming Landing on the lakes of summer Nesting there and waiting for a dream When the morning comes and you're still sleeping With all those dreams in your pretty head I light a fire and the sun comes creeping All across the meadow bed