Lend me a little while, a little while the key rarer than books and pearls and beads bright to see. It locks your heavy portal, and then I'll give you back this little Key of Dreams straight out of my pack. Oh well, well, well, oh my, oh my. Your fate is fixed, yet my mind is mixed up for good. Give me the key that locks your tired eyes, brighter than painted books that make men wise, and I will lent you this one, one from my pack. Take it (take it), take it (take it)– no, give it back! Oh well, well, well, oh my, oh my. Your fate is fixed, yet my mind is mixed up for good. Sometimes, oh, sometimes I know the way. You walk, you walk up over the bay; it is the wind from that distant dusty sea that blows the fragnance of your hair to me. Or in the garden when the breeze, when the breeze it touches my trees to stir their shadows on the red grass, I see you pass, you always just pass. You always just pass. What if we stopped and let ourselves go by? There by the wayside, forgotten you and I. What if my ghost caught and captured yours, would you still hide behind the bolted doors? Oh well, well, well, oh my, oh my. Your fate is fixed, yet my mind is mixed up for good. That's right. Oh well, well, well, oh my, oh my. Your fate is fixed, yet my mind is mixed up for good.
Lend me a little while, a little while the key rarer than books and pearls and beads bright to see. It locks your heavy portal, and then I'll give you back this little Key of Dreams straight out of my pack. Oh well, well, well, oh my, oh my. Your fate is fixed, yet my mind is mixed up for good. Give me the key that locks your tired eyes, brighter than painted books that make men wise, and I will lent you this one, one from my pack. Take it (take it), take it (take it)– no, give it back! Oh well, well, well, oh my, oh my. Your fate is fixed, yet my mind is mixed up for good. Sometimes, oh, sometimes I know the way. You walk, you walk up over the bay; it is the wind from that distant dusty sea that blows the fragnance of your hair to me. Or in the garden when the breeze, when the breeze it touches my trees to stir their shadows on the red grass, I see you pass, you always just pass. You always just pass. What if we stopped and let ourselves go by? There by the wayside, forgotten you and I. What if my ghost caught and captured yours, would you still hide behind the bolted doors? Oh well, well, well, oh my, oh my. Your fate is fixed, yet my mind is mixed up for good. That's right. Oh well, well, well, oh my, oh my. Your fate is fixed, yet my mind is mixed up for good.
