All Those Dreams - 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 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

Then 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