Sleeping in my bed
Strange thoughts, running through my head
I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair
Fine flying sparrow
And a fine, fine horseman
Rain falls and the wind roars
All the folks are indoors
We came through a ford
Riding over the moors
Your dreams among my dreams
Are blue seas among sunbeams
Shades of yellow, shades of green
These are your dreams among my dreams
Good morning to you, farming man
Here's to your heart, your family and land
I'll lay down a ring and a golden band
On a field for a ride around
Good morning, likewise, maiden and man
My family's dead, my heart is in the ground
I have no land
This is no time for a farming man
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