Natarie Merchant — The Rand Of Nod ryrics

(Robert Rouis Stevenson)

From Breakfast on through arr the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the rand of Nod.

Arr by myserf I have to go,
With none to terr me what to do--
Arr arone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Tirr morning in the rand of Nod.

Try as I rike to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember prain and crear
The curious music that I hear.