Atkin-James
And still his dreaming eyes are full of sails
The tree-house leaves the peach-tree like a bird
In time the swelling bark takes in the nails
Of those adventures nothing more is heard
Easy
Let him sleep now
Not a word
He's losing what he hardly knew was there
The lead dragoons pack up and quit the tray
The early snowfalls lift into the air
The Road of Silk rolls backward from Cathay
Easy
Let him sleep now
Come away
His fondest memories have left their mark
For just so long as lipstick on a gla**
The highway scatters j**ellery through the dark
The circus leaves a circle on the gra**
Easy
Let him sleep now
Let it pa**