Stranded at the light house
I think I saw my sister there
Oregon in light house
We are pondering the surf and waves
A path to reach the alcove
And me barefoot far behind
Passing by the white house
An old man was mowing his lawn
And when I woke, it was still a presence in my mind
It was some dream
Some dream
Matthew lead the consort
We're all stunned in disbelief
Clambered up the hillside
And I am cursing my naked feet
There above the ridge-line
Amidst the plants so overgrown
A cavern mouth and trailway
We all crouched and capered through
And at the end there was a hole through which we rose
To such heights
To such heights
It was some dream
