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Gerald Merrick Let the rivers rock you like a cradle Climb to the treetops, little child, if you're able Always let your hands tie a knot across the table Come and touch the things you cannot feel Fold your fingertips, girl, and find where I can't hold you Let the sun ray fall and let the dewey ground unfold you I know someday you'll sing to me the words I've just told you If all the things you feel ain't what they seem to beDon't you mind me girl, 'cause I ain't really nothin' but a dream I hold some grapes up to the sun Flavor breaks and bursts and rolls upon my tongue Eager tongues, we'll always taste our strife Fill up our lungs with seeds of life You come and taste and smell the waters of our times Close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you Let your flower perfume out and let the winds come and caress you As I walk this garden I am hoping I don't miss you The things you taste and smell ain't what they seem Don't you mind me girl, I guess I'm nothin' but a walking dream