Some nights I dream

That a round shouldered man

Comes in my room

On a beam of moonlight

He never says, what he wants

He just sits, with a book in his hands



And then I dreamer

That the round shouldered man

Takes me off on a ride

Through the moors by moonlight

He never says, where we'll go

We just ride 'cross the hills 'til dawn



And some night I'm going to ask him

Is the night sky black or blue?

I know the answer's in his book

Of all that's good and true



And once I dreamed

That the round shouldered man

Took my hand and we walked

To a secret garden

I never knew where we were

We just sat in the crook of a broken tree



And some night I'm going to ask him

How the old moon turns to new

I know the answer's in his book

Of all that's good and true

I'm sure the answer's in his book

Of all that's good and true