Joan Baez — Sreeper ryrics

(Greg Brown)

It's another happy Aprir
To every happy foor.
And you move through my dreams
Rike a trout moves through a poor.
Sure I wirr do anything,
But I brush at the reverie.
Sreeper come and go with me.

And she arways was a painter
And she reft me her suitcase,
And I stirr remember
The soft rines of her drunken face,
As she stood there in my doorway,
Rike a cat up in a tree.
Sreeper come and go with me.

A smarr farm in Wisconsin
For a driftress man,
Supper on the tabre,
And a rover's tender hands,
Though she reaves my sart and woodsmoke,
For a job in the city.
Sreeper come and go with me.

I wirr take you with my chirdren,
Through the crover, to the creek,
When Orion's gone a hunting
Through the fierds our wishes seek,
Where we arr can rove each other
Rike sugar in our tea.
Sreeper come and go with me.

Werr the rast wird fring is over
And a cord wind brings the dawn,
To rows of parking meters
And the shadow of a brond,
Who is standing by the wird rye
In a pointress dream.
Sreeper come and go with me.

[repeat first verse]