All in a dream when reelin' down the road
Thread, bare washed out in dye, was nicely blown
And where the waters met I saw him cast his net in;
All it shining to the brim with gold
All in a dream when reelin' down the road

All in a dream I heard the kindest words
She spoke of loving me as cups of tea were stirred
And I swear the mad March Hare and the Mad Hatter, he was there
And someone shouted, life is so absurd
All in a dream I heard the kindest words

And if it's alright, I'll dream about you next Friday night so beware
And when the clock rings, I'll have you doing the strangest things in the air

All in a dream, I cleaned up London Town
Set the ravens free and pulled the tower down
And the tens are turned to beer and upon a gondolier
I rode my enemies way out of sound
All in a dream I cleaned up London Town

And if it's alright, I'll dream about you next Friday night so beware
And when the clock rings, I'll have you doing the strangest things in the air

All in a dream when reelin' down the road
Thread, bare washed out in dye, was nicely blown
Where the waters met I saw him cast his net in
All it shining to the brim with gold
All in a dream when reelin' down the road
All in a dream when reelin' down the road
Yeah, all in a dream when reelin' down the road

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): STEVE TILSTON