Mad Martins
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In Dreamtime
My dead brother walked with me, in dreamtime.
We passed by a hollow tree, in dreamtime:
Where thirteen steeples stand,
To fall at God’s command;
So I would understand, in dreamtime.
An angel spoke to me, in dreamtime.
She proclaimed my destiny, in dreamtime:
The Ship of Truth to guide,
Through religion’s erring tide;
For God is on my side, in dreamtime.
Invention is my goal, in dreamtime.
Philosophy my role, in dreamtime:
The future’s taking hold,
My ideas turn to gold;
Their mockery runs cold, in dreamtime.
We passed by a hollow tree, in dreamtime:
Where thirteen steeples stand,
To fall at God’s command;
So I would understand, in dreamtime.
An angel spoke to me, in dreamtime.
She proclaimed my destiny, in dreamtime:
The Ship of Truth to guide,
Through religion’s erring tide;
For God is on my side, in dreamtime.
Invention is my goal, in dreamtime.
Philosophy my role, in dreamtime:
The future’s taking hold,
My ideas turn to gold;
Their mockery runs cold, in dreamtime.
(Gary Miller)
© 2017 Whippet Records / Gary Miller
Copyright Control MCPS/PRS
Gary Miller - Vocal, Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin
Iain Petrie - Church Organ, Glockenspiel, Atmospheric Sound Effects
