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