The Dreamer by Sylvia Brown

Come through my door

oh weaver of schemes

and you ol dear

with many lost dreams

Come into my room

where stories are read

and let yesterday's sorrows

lay long and dead

Come in young lad

with the world in your eyes

come in young maid

and please don't cry

The people come through

young middle and old

and each life a tale

that has to be told

To the ear that is bent

and the heart that is full

and hopeful help is given

to destiny's pull

Come into my world

oh dreamer of dreams

come into my world

oh schemer of schemes

There is no one to small

nor one to tall

there isn't some grace

from God for all

Come take the adventure

and hold bravely my hand

and we'll reach

that talked of promised land

Of life now with it's struggles

and with all of it's glee

let me help you through it

and in time we'll be free

The only thing you'll hear

is perceptive truth

what I perceive for you

will be living proof

You cannot have cherries

without some sour cream

so come into my room

oh dreamer of dreams.