Ralph McTell - Still in dreams - Live 1997

Bei den "Songs an einem Sommerabend" 1997
VÖ auf dem Album "Sand in Your Shoes" 1995

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Lyrics:
This morning I am still in dreams
Of you an I both young as spring
My step is cautious down to breakfast
The floor of dreams is eggshell thin.

There is a green mist in the trees
The toast is burnt to cindered crumbs
The sound of bees hum in my head
And I am all fingers and thumbs.

I´ve been sleeping now for hours
I cannnot seem to wake me up
Getting rained on in those shower
Or fumbling with the my coffee cup.

Deep down I know I´m in a mist
And that really I´m not even trying
For I have always been like this
Whenever I´ve been flying.

I drag a comb through knots of dreams
For when I shave I must address
This image mirrored back at me
That´s weathered in time´s wilderness,

Whilst yours is fixed in summer light
Not creased or lined and smudged with age
A new print from time´s negative
A red dot on a linen page.

There is a green mist in the trees
Along the river known to me
There is a blue mist in the grass
And I am lost and all at sea.