Sweet dreams come to everyone,
When you’re sound asleep.
And then they hide behind the sun,
And that’s where sweet dreams sleep.
That’s the land where dreams are real,
And now we’re there.
Sweet dreams come to everyone,
They bring you happiness.
They come from there behind the sun
And give you their caress.
And that’s the world where dreams are real,
And now we’re there.
First the sun goes down at night,
And then the sun comes up,
And in between, dreams pour in sight
Like liquid in a cup.
This boat’s a cup where dreams are real.
Now we’re there.
Far from earthly fear and pain
From somewhere in blue space,
Sweet dreams come and come again
To brighten up your face.
Here’s the place where dreams are real.
Now we’re there.
Then Henry danced softly with the little lady of the salty
tears, while the boat swung back and forth.
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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