This is not a song
it’s just the word
of a sleepy bear awondering
of a night
What was it in my slumber
that I heard
like music in my ears
if they still serve me right
Could have
sworn I heard someone sing
though it's far too frosty for spring
well, at least I can be certain of
this one thing:
no birds
The frozen trees ashiver
on the hill
and moonlit snow on all I see
so gracefully agleam
Who was it then awoke me
from my slumber still
said Beorn
this is not the time
nor place to dream
Who said
Wake up sleepy bear
get up and greet what's a-coming here
and that sleep right out of those
big brown eyes
and rise
‘Twas the song of a wondrous star
shining her beckoning light
harmonies calling my name from afar
tonight
Sleepy soul, it's time to come home
Wonderful wilderness open your eyes
Heed this mysterious call
Gather the dreams you have harbored
and rise up all
Sleepy souls, it's time to come home
Sleepy souls, it's time to come home
