What do we see?
It could be any old dream.
Why not see what you can't?
I don't know how to do it now.
I don't think I could ever reveal what I really wanted.
It seems like a pain to me,
To my mind inside.
Come on now you person that thinks not like he used to do,
The telling of stories was the only pleasure you took to yourself.
Please tell me why I should do what I used to do?
Beautiful lady hold my hand as I tremble at things to come
Come on now.