Round-Shouldered Man

Some nights I dreamThat a round shouldered manComes in my roomOn a beam of moonlightHe never says, what he wantsHe just sits, with a book in his handsAnd then I dreamerThat the round shouldered manTakes me off on a rideThrough the moors by moonlightHe never says, where we'll goWe just ride 'cross the hills 'til dawnAnd some night I'm going to ask himIs the night sky black or blue?I know the answer's in his bookOf all that's good and trueAnd once I dreamedThat the round shouldered manTook my hand and we walkedTo a secret gardenI never knew where we wereWe just sat in the crook of a broken treeAnd some night I'm going to ask himHow the old moon turns to newI know the answer's in his bookOf all that's good and trueI'm sure the answer's in his bookOf all that's good and true