The Ballad of the Dream
When night came on, the moon rose high
a girl she lay a'sleeping
on quiet breath through silver light
a dream came in a'creeping
a horse, a bell, a flute, a song
that from the old days echoed
upon the horse she found herself
and riding up a dark road
Along the path black lilies grew
and pale babes stood beside 'em
one reached up to touch her hair
and that one was a cryin'
She put him on the horse's back
so glad to have him with her
upon the horse he changed himself
and then he was a tiger
He purred and licked his long long teeth
his eye all full of hunger
she fed him doves and golden pears
and knew he would not eat her
And when she woke she was amazed
at the mark upon her gown
a feline paw imprinted there
though she was all alone
