I have a dream reoccurring Of yellow pastures and soft winds blowing Up in the sky A bird of prey hovering by me Nowhere to play And in the distance I see a body But I'm not sure just what it is I walk across The yellow pasture Ever so carefully A soft tiptoeing As if the slightest breath would awake it Or awake me before I make it Before I know it And in those dreams where I get to see What lies across the pasture from me Sometimes a body, gnashing of teeth Sometimes a hollow, a swarm of bees Freshly dug grave, a deep-blue sea Sometimes it's you and you are sleeping And in those dreams you are too dreaming Of yellow pastures of worlds away Of your love dreaming a world away A warm wind blowing, a soft tiptoeing Tiptoe away Tiptoe away Tiptoe away