When I was seventeen
I asked what does it mean
Little Man said
Oh the world is nothing
But a dream
So I sat amidst the flowers
Talked for many hours
Little Man said now's the time
To use your magic powers
You are not alone, he said
There's many more inside your head
I was quite astounded
To hear such things from him
Especially to me
It what you say is true
Then what am I to do
All the Little Man would say is
That is up to you
And as I fell into his dream
Little Man he came
And he told me a story
A beautiful story
There is a way
A Little Man said
I heard him say
It's all in your head
High above the earth we fly
Like two birds soaring
High above the ocean waves
Watching
The people below
Digging their graves
Jesus saves
The Little Man
He's gone
But his story lingers on
I'll sing it for you some fine day
But that's another song
(Sing it for you some fine day
But that's another song)