Sleeper - Greg Brown

It’s another happy April

To every happy fool

And you move through my dreams

Like a trout moves through a pool

Sure I will do anything

But I blush at the reverie

Sleeper come and go with me

And she always was a painter

And she left me her suitcase

And I still remember

The soft lines of her drunken face

As she stood there in my doorway

Like a cat up in a tree

Sleeper come and go with me

A small farm in Wisconsin

For a driftless man

Supper on the table

And a lover’s tender hands

Though she leaves my salt and woodsmoke

For a job in the city

Sleeper come and go with me

I will take you with my children

Through the clover, to the creek

When Orion’s gone a hunting

Through the fields our wishes seek

Where we all can love each other

Like sugar in our tea

Sleeper come and go with me

Well the last wild fling is over

And a cold wind brings the dawn

To rows of parking meters

And the shadow of a blond

Who is standing by the wild rye

In a pointless dream

Sleeper come and go with me

It’s another happy April

To every happy fool

And you move through my dreams

Like a trout moves through a pool

Sure I will do anything

But I blush at the reverie

Sleeper come and go with me