Once upon a midnight hour’s mourning

I dreamt a thought of far away mystic

Magic life where all the many people find

That they can be the way that they are made

When a baby is born they have no hatred

And their lives are all just peace of mind

I fell deeper to the misty mystic

Dreaming to see what itwas I had made,

All the smallest thingswere one, hatred

Had gone away to the darkest depths of mind

And all the death of love a man can’t find

And soon I woke from the gentle dream in mourning.

I walked out to the foggy road to find

An old man in need of some peace of mind,

I said to him hello sir, good morning,

He turned to me and a great smile made

Its way across his face, peace, the mystic

Mist of early morning light, friends are made.

And in the mid-day light I went to find

My way throughout the forest’s shadow mind,

Searching for where my peace defeats hatred,

And the green surrounds me in a mystic

Way, And my dreamy state of deep mourning,

Of all the things my misty mind has made

And in the evening I play songs to find,

All the words floating in my foggy mind,

Rhyming those that are far from my mystic

Magic menagerie, end all hatred.

From these melodies a ballad is made,

A song of gentle dreary dream mourning.

And as I lay down it seems that I find,

All these thoughts travel dreamily in mind,

Beautiful are these thoughts I gently made,

One man’s magnificently small hatred,

makes all the difference for this mystic

hate of hate, a dreary dream of morning.

I dreamt a thought of far away mystic

Magic life where all the many people find

That their life can be all just peace of mind.