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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richie Havens
Richie Havens
Vocals
Paul Harris
Paul Harris
Keyboards
Harvey Brooks
Harvey Brooks
Bass Guitar
Bill Lavorgna
Bill Lavorgna
Drums
Howard Collins
Howard Collins
Guitar
Paul Williams
Paul Williams
Guitar
Joe Price
Joe Price
Tabla
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Merrick
Jerry Merrick
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Court
John Court
Producer

Lyrics

Let the river rock you like a cradle
Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able
Let your hands tie a knot across the table
Come and touch the things you cannot feel
And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold you
Let the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you
And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you
If all the things you feel ain't what they seem
Then don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream
The mocking bird sings each different song
Each song has wings, they won't stay long
Do those who hear think he's doing wrong?
While the church bell tolls its one-note song
And the school bell is tinkling to the throng
Come here, where your ears cannot hear
And close your ears, child, and listen to what I'll tell you
Follow in the darkest night, the sounds that may impel you
And the song that I am singing may disturb, or serve to quell you
If all the sounds you hear ain't what they seem
Then don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream
The rising smell of fresh-cut grass
Smothered cities choke and yell with fuming gas
I hold some grapes up to the sun
And their flavour breaks upon my tongue
With eager tongues we taste our strife
And fill our lungs with seas of life
Come taste and smell the waters of our time
And close your lips child, so softly I might kiss you
Let your flower perfume out and let the winds caress you
As I walk on through the garden, I am hoping I don't miss you
If all the things you taste ain't what they seem
Then don't mind me, 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream
The sun and moon both arise
And we'll see them soon through days and nights
But now silver leaves are mirrors, bring delights
And the colour of your eyes are fiery bright
While darkness, blinds the skies with all its lights
Come see where your eyes cannot see
And close your eyes, child, and look at what I'll show you
Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you
And maybe when we meet, suddenly I will know you
If all the things you see ain't what they seem
Then don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream
And you can follow
And you can follow
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Written by: Jerry Merrick
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