What Dreams May Come?

Lying awake and covered by stars I can imagine a kingdom not far My secret garden! Just close your eyes And here we are The land of the Arden Mystical places and magical beings I just can't wait for all of those things In my secret garden Miracles, Fantasies... is what Morpheus brings The land of the hidden And if I not sleep Then I'll maybe weep You, which I receive Will now fall asleep Now fly over the land And feel the wind between your hands Hold on the rain that looms And feed the rivers of the Moon I might become the night Black crow will guide you to the gates Will leave you on a place of a mystical race In thy garden, Fiddler? Guardians will ask you The wisdom of ages The land of the riddler Librarian will show you the book of the sage The world of the fables, the spell of the mage My secret lore The land of Arcadia Revealed on this pages Forevermore Now fly over the land And feel the wind between your hands Hold on the rain that looms And feed the rivers of the Moon I might become the night That lights the path of life And if I awake Then what will I make? You, which I embrace Won't forget this place Now fly over the land And feel the wind between your hands Hold on the rain that looms And feed the rivers of the Moon Now why won't you stand Above the stars until the end? And ask for me to do To turn this dream a deja-vu I might become the light That shines and transcends the life