From the recording Dark Light (2014 remaster)

©2014 Ben J. Gross

Lyrics

Wildest Dreams

Vagabonds and rovers, and kids with nine-leaved clovers,
The famous cliffs of Dover glowing green and blue and pink.
A thousand-coloured phoenix with a host of walking card tricks,
A disembodied matrix made of blood and sweat and ink.

You hear castanets and mandolins,
Whistling flutes and bugles bright,
You hear the band begin
All in your wildest dreams tonight –

In a castle built from candy, on a Friday that’s a Monday,
For a drink with Handy-Dandy and a toast to dreams come true.

[Instrumental]

Some things you can’t explain
Some things aren’t always as they seem
Some things must remain
Forever in your wildest –

Dreams are made of treason, and time that’s out of season,
And rhyme that’s out of reason, has someone called the cops?
But you’re not scared of thunder, you’ve set your fears asunder,
Afraid of going under when you were coming out on top.

So sleep on through the fanfare
What has a dreamer got to do
When your worst nightmare
Is that your wildest dreams come true?

So sleep on through the fanfare
What has a dreamer got to do
When your worst nightmare
Is that your wildest dreams come true?