wax and wicker promises
a future not yet heard
scrolls of light and honor
behind the unknown word
now upon your shoulder
a solemn golden bird
which by it's softened song
the sadness quickly cured
so when the end is nearer
your thoughts are not insured
those wax and wicker promises
of a future not yet heard
Rachelle LeCount
January 1976
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I've just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Fly me high through the starry skies
Maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
Help me to forget today's pain
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Though the dawn may be coming soon
There still may be some time
Fly me away to the bright side of the moon
And meet me on the other side
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Dream weaver
Dream weaver
Dream weaver
