And Dream Of Sheep

Little light shining
Little light will guide them to me
My face is all lit up
My face is all lit up
If they find me racing white horses -
They’ll not take me for a buoy.

Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep.

Oh I’ll wake up to any sound of engines
Every gull a seeking craft
I can’t keep my eyes open -
Wish I had my radio

I’d tune into some friendly voices
Talking ’bout stupid things
I can’t be left to my imagination
Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep -

Ooh, their breath is warm,
And they smell like sleep
And they say they take me home -
Like poppies, heavy with seed -
They take me deeper and deeper.

© 1985 Kate Bush Music Publishing Ltd./EMI

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