DREAMLAND OPENS HERE
(learned in the 1940s, probably from my mother or sister)
Dreamland opens here, sweet the dream path clear.
Dreamland opens here, sweet the dream path clear.
Dreamland opens here, sweet the dream path clear.
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
Listen, child, oh, listen well: from the canebrake the wildcat cries.
Listen, child, oh, listen well to the song of the crocodile.
Listen, child, oh, listen well to what the tortoise may have to tell.