In a place of fleece and ether,
When the head lies upon feath'ry down,
In a place of paradisal comfort,
There lies a man.

In the place of endless sleep,
Where the dreams are dreamt in peace,
In the place of slumber's resting home,
There lies a man.

Upon this man's cherubic face,
Which seems bless'd by God himself,
Upon this face of eternal rest,
There lies a secret.

And within this secret, dark and dreary,
There is peace.
For the secret never broken,
The silence left untouched,
Is but a dream.

A dream within a dreamer's land,
A dreamer who dreams dreams too grand
For this world.
And this dream is unknown,
Now and forever.

It is the dream of a palace,
Large and grand.
The dream of peace,
Of love.

Within this man lies a dream of Heaven,
And the man is God.