We made our bed down in the shade, where rest was closer to find
And a brook babbled on, as we dosed in our small nook
Dreams took us both, and we may have dreamed together
Of hilltops of blowing heather
That's what I dreamed, that's what I saw
That's what I dreamed, here's what I saw
I saw you there at the top of that hill
With your skirt blowing in the wind
And, oh, how you stood so perfectly still
With three pillars of light on your pale white skin
And in that dream I tried to run to you, I ran with all my might
But scarce could I lift my legs to move
But you could always take flight
If only you had wanted to
But always you chose to stay upon the earth
The top of a hill satisfied you
I begged you to fly, I said "This is your rebirth"
But you could only laugh, watching flowers on the move
I beseeched you to soar, for I knew I could not reach you
Even on the ground, I was made to stay beneath you
And I awoke to find three pillars of light
And your pale white skin between
With the brook still babbling on
And you off in a dream
Did we dream together?
Of hilltops of blowing heather?
That's what I dreamed, that's what I saw
That's what I dreamed; tell me, is that what you saw?