On this Christmas night, When the full moon rose, I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart

Some visions lost to time, it seem… Were made up of some childhood dre… Those dreams that find their way b… When I’m down and quite alone. Those dreams fill a mighty void,

Seated on a bolder In the midst of Yellowstone Reflecting on a Geyser And a Bison, all alone. Tis my place to unwind the springs

It was just past midnight When I heard a bell, It wasn’t a big one, It was small, I could tell. Ting-Ting, Ting-ting,

The night bore frost and the moon… To stalking clouds in the mystic s… At the witching hour came a terrib… It was the sound of a battle cry. An aging knight on his trusty stee…

If I could paint a pristine scene Using words from my mind Then I would word a whispering br… In an English garden, Willow line… And if I could build a place to d…

It was the first hour of morning, On Christmas day, When I heard bells jingle Like those on a sleigh. Then out on the balcony

We are ripples On never ending lakes Like a crystal Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal

There’s so much politics in politi… And the bull that they feed us, it… The candidates they offer have see… Where did they get these people, a… The right and left, I been there…

Butterflies flutter near the leave… Their direction is altered by a wa… And the fallen leaves rustle, scur… Like the squirrels who gather what… It’s a daydreamer’s day, footloose…