Often when on my bed I lie, In lost or darkened mood. I see the flash of that inward eye, The bliss of solitude. Then my heart with pleasure fills, As I dream of days gone by. Lost alone on distant hills, In a field of dreams I will lie. Alone I wander to a place I know, Where the mountains meet the sea. I hear the sound of the ocean roar, It's siren calls to me. Evening comes and my heart goes back, To a place where I belong. Beside the lake, beneath the tree, Where I'll dream of Avalon. It's a place where dreams belong.