Will you hear the clatter on the cobblestone; Will you taste the fishes and the baker’s scone; Can you listen to a wish; can you find your home On A Dream, Anne?
Can you wake each morning’ to a richer day; Can you hold each hour in a newborn way; Can you catch the wind in a web of Come what may?
Can you live the poem that the poets tell; Can you love me better than the wishin’ well; Can you trade the summer and the curfew bell For A Dream, Anne?
I’ll see the way. I’ll make the way.
I can build us a lane from the clover chain; I can carve us a carriage from a cart of hay. I can tease the wind to a giant steed; And I’ve got the wind and the wind is all I need.
Will you come with me to another time; Will you drink with me of a different wine; Will you take my fortune and believe it’s thine, On A Dream, Anne ? On A Dream, Anne, On A Dream, Anne.
Chorus Never saw the use for money in the hand I brighten the world up when I can. I never lost the love o’ the river and the rain; Over the Avon, home again.
Son, I give thee thrupence, A penny for the stage. And if it’s mine I’ll make it thine the day you come of age. Should you tell your mother I sold it out to thee. She’ll slit my throat and buy a boat and sink me in the sea.
Repeat chorus
Son, I give the tupence, a penny for the rain, The valley low, the tally-ho, the huntin’ o’ the game. Should there come a time, son, You break your heart in two, The country dew will make it new An’ gi’ it back to you.
Join our party if thou canst, Thine aging soul to purge. All the rules are in the tablets; All the souls are in our charge.
3rd verse not used in production: There is no star amongst the dying; No daylight with the dead. Thy sins are laid upon the rostrum; Thy loves are weighed upon thy head.
And when unto the water’s edge The weary travelers rode. They bade the prophets leave and Godspeed: The way is dark, we cannot go.
I would see the answer now, Beyond the night and nightly watch I’m keeping’, But for the shadows, but for the cold.
Ere I hear the morning’ church bells ring, I would know some dear and whispered thing, I would hear some earthbound angel sing From the shadows and the cold.
Are you there for only God to see? Are you prisoner to some infinity? Could a prayer reach out and set you free?
Come ye back, if for a day, If for an hour, before the sands are run. There’s more to love, and more to hold, And be it loved, and be it golden,
I would know, before these sands are run, If for an hour, before the end is come; Tell me know, before the psalms are sung, For I would listen; for I would listen, And I would know.
An’ he went from town to town His sweetwood down upon his knee. There was none from all aroun’ could Match his balladry. And we’d all be a drinkin’ to the break o’ day Wi’ a hey, ho, nonny, nonny, nonny, no; He’d be a merry man upon his way. All for a song was he, ho.
