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Gerald Merrick
Let the rivers rock you like a cradle
Climb to the treetops, little child, if you're able
Always let your hands tie a knot across the table
Come and touch the things you cannot feel
Fold your fingertips, girl, and find where I can't hold you
Let the sun ray fall and let the dewey ground unfold you
I know someday you'll sing to me the words I've just told you
If all the things you feel ain't what they seem to beDon't you mind me girl, 'cause I ain't really nothin' but a dream
I hold some grapes up to the sun
Flavor breaks and bursts and rolls upon my tongue
Eager tongues, we'll always taste our strife
Fill up our lungs with seeds of life
You come and taste and smell the waters of our times
Close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you
Let your flower perfume out and let the winds come and caress you
As I walk this garden I am hoping I don't miss you
The things you taste and smell ain't what they seem
Don't you mind me girl, I guess I'm nothin' but a walking dream
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