The Dream

I was walking down
 A sunny street in town
 In a dream
 She was standing
 In the shadow of a tree
 In a dream
 In my dream
 She invited me
 Inside her house to see
 The walls were black
 Black and white
 Just like a woodcut
 Printed down
 In a dream
 In my dream
 And the wheel is turning
 And the wheel is burning
 And the wheel sang
 "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."
 On the table was a box of mica
 Where I could see through
 She said 'ruby'
 I said 'red'
 To me it looks like honey dew
 Like your skin, too
 And the wheel is turning
 And the wheel is burning
 And the wheel sang
 "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."
 And the wheel is turning
 Wheel is burning
 The wheel sang
 "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."
 In my dream
 In my dream
 And the wheel is turning
 Like a wheel is burning
 And the wheel sang
 "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."
 And the wheel is turning
 The wheel is burning
 And the wheel sang
 "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."
 In my dream