Sleeper Greg Brown

It's another happy April
To every happy fool
And you move through my dreams
Like a trout moves through a pool
Sure I will do anything
But I blush at the reverie
Sleeper come and go with me

And she always was a painter
And she left me her suitcase
And I still remember
The soft lines of her drunken face
As she stood there in my doorway
Like a cat up in a tree
Sleeper come and go with me

A small farm in Wisconsin
For a driftless man
Supper on the table
And a lover's tender hands
Though she leaves my salt and woodsmoke
For a job in the city
Sleeper come and go with me

I will take you with my children
Through the clover, to the creek
When Orion's gone a hunting
Through the fields our wishes seek
Where we all can love each other
Like sugar in our tea
Sleeper come and go with me