歌詞
Do you want a story
Before you sleep?
Do you prefer a fairy tale
To counting sheep?
You say that sheep are all the same
But I disagree
They have names, they play games
A black one came to me
I followed a hollow trail of wood
Down the mountainside
My coat, it is the shade of coal
Why am I alive?
I used to be ambitious, till
I spoke about my dream
A sheep like you can venture down
You belong here though you're strange
What use cannot be found
For wool as dull as yours?
Streams flow down to Nothing Town
A mountain be your world
So by a lone tree, top of the mountain
I feed off a much rued fountain
And enter the wind, the sea in shapes
As majestic as out of place
On to the hawk on his home of the grats
The arcadian ranking, giving back
Up in the wind, the top of the mountain
Souls can be heard, heard bouncing
When winter's high is feeling darkness
Steps aside for spring
Frozen pain melts mountain veins
Into crystals rare, and to sing
Wake up, black sheep, dreams come true
A fairy tale was made from you
Wake up, black sheep, dreams come true
The world is yours this morning
The world is yours this morning
Written by: Lisa O'Neill
