I lay beside the sleepy stream,
Close my eyes and start to dream,
The clouds above are far away,
They cannot bother me today.
The sunlight beams down from up high,
But seems to set my skin on fire,
And by the sleepy stream I dream,
Of places I have been and seen.
There’s peaceful music I can hear,
From the running waters that are so near,
The birds are singing all in tune,
their summer songs of flaming June.
The sweet smell of summer meadows fills the air,
As it passes by on the cool soothing breeze,
Brings back memory of a fare forgotten place,
Where once I used to dwell in summer months.
Yet all the time I’m dreaming beside the sleepy stream,
Then suddenly a buzzer the brake bell grunts its sound,
And it’s back to work I go relaxed and in a daze,
The sleepy stream will have to wait until another day.