When the morning comes and you're still sleeping
With all those dreams in your pretty head
I light a fire while the sun comes creeping
All across the meadow bed
The old clock has stopped, no longer ticking
No longer counting every second

Out by the car, our snowman's melting
Nothing can bring 'em back now
His smile a twig and his nose a cucumber
His eyes two pinecones looking out
We got pictures of him like two little kids laughing
In the snow we were walking hand in hand

We went looking for a big surprise
And when we found before our eyes
Two white elks grazing on the green
We heard the honkers coming
Landing on the lake of summer
Nesting there and waiting for a dream

When the morning comes and you're still sleeping
With all those dreams in your pretty head
I light a fire and the sun comes creeping
All across the meadow bed

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Writer(s): NEIL YOUNG