The Dream

I was walking down A sunny street in town In a dream She was standing In the shadow of a tree In a dream In my dream She invited me Inside her house to see The walls were black Black and white Just like a woodcut Printed down In a dream In my dream And the wheel is turning And the wheel is burning And the wheel sang "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..." On the table was a box of mica Where I could see through She said 'ruby' I said 'red' To me it looks like honey dew Like your skin, too And the wheel is turning And the wheel is burning And the wheel sang "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..." And the wheel is turning Wheel is burning The wheel sang "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..." In my dream In my dream And the wheel is turning Like a wheel is burning And the wheel sang "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..." And the wheel is turning The wheel is burning And the wheel sang "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..." In my dream