Last night I had a dream I was walking up a hill
I picked berries on my way and I got to know the hill
I got to know the redwings and their every song and call
I knew why they were so loud, I knew why they were still
I got to know a stream, it was hidden 'neath the moss
And I got to know my path and the perils on the hill
I got to know a raven who followed me around
I sang a raven's croak and he was happy on his wings
When I reached the top I went back down the hill
I met some strangers there, I gave them berries on their way
I told them about the redwings and when to leave them be
I showed them where to drink from the stream on the hill
I showed them where the raven would follow them until
They reached to the top of the hill