In my dream we watched the moon
Walking empty backstreets home through town
I liked the looks of that statue
But just as we approached he turned around
Looked straight at you and said:
Hoo-ah … All rise and shine
Hoo-ah … Come on it’s time
So, good morning x2
We followed him through the night
Oh so happy, dancing soft and light
But when he was ahead of us
His disconnected poetry lead us
Once in a while he smiled
Hoo-ah … All rise and shine
Hoo-ah … Come on it’s time
So, good morning
Yeah, good morning
And it reminded me of our lifes
Of our choice
To oversleep
Or rejoice
And so far I’ve accomplished a minor change
Maybe valuable at long range
Yet so far I have lit a small, golden sun
Hope it’ll shine in the long run
Across our flatlands a warm breeze blows
Connected to the Holy Ghost
In the cool and golden dawn
We found that he’d returned to his old place
He didn’t move, just sat there and smiled
The tears drew lines upon his face
Then he climbed back up again
Stood upon his big fountain
Raised his hands towards the sky and cried
And in the mists of morning
He died …
*** Thanks Anders Isberg