The Dreams Of The Morning - Mischief Brew

Forgive me, master, if I hear

No rhyme in your glory old

As it was sung in the days of yore

Now we sing our own

You see, I got this dream

Of turning grey and having cleared off every plate

And to never look to tomorrow’s roads

To say they went too far today

To long to waken every soul

From the promises in store

From the peace that blinds them through the time

When they should have gone to war

Mother crying we forgot our kids

Father hold them through the rain

Let him please not take her away from me

And turn her to a slave

Of the dreams

Of the dreams

Of the dreams

The dreams of the morning

Let my nighttime on in

May the sirens do the shrugging

As we carry on a laughing

As we carry on a laughing all the way

May there always be this short old street

And water in your wells

And those that peddled handed

We’ll take the silver and run like hell!

May there always be rage in your heart

When the master brings the reins

To detest the thieves of our daughters and sons

And raise from the dead

Today, today, today

Hey

The dreams of the morning

Let my nighttime on in

May the devils come a crying

Carry me away a laughing

As we all go a laughing to story telling breaks

The dreams of the morning

Let my nighttime on in

May the devils come a-crying

Carry me away a-laughing

As we all go a-laughing to story telling breaks