All Those Dreams (Mixed Pages) - Neil Young

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 are snowmens melting

Nothing can bring them 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 gracing on the green

We heard the honkers coming

Landing on the lakes 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