Greg Brown
Sleeper
It's another happy April
To every happy fool
And you move through my dreams
Like a trout moves through a pool
Sure I will do anything
But I blush at the reverie
Sleeper come and go with me

And she always was a painter
And she left me her suitcase
And I still remember
The soft lines of her drunken face
As she stood there in my doorway
Like a cat up in a tree
Sleeper come and go with me

A small farm in Wisconsin
For a driftless man
Supper on the table
And a lover's tender hands
Though she leaves my salt and woodsmoke
For a job in the city
Sleeper come and go with me

I will take you with my children
Through the clover, to the creek
When Orion's gone a hunting
Through the fields our wishes seek
Where we all can love each other
Like sugar in our tea
Sleeper come and go with me
Well the last wild fling is over
And a cold wind brings the dawn
To rows of parking meters
And the shadow of a blond
Who is standing by the wild rye
In a pointless dream
Sleeper come and go with me

It's another happy April
To every happy fool
And you move through my dreams
Like a trout moves through a pool
Sure I will do anything
But I blush at the reverie
Sleeper come and go with me