Stranded at the light house   I think I saw my sister there   Oregon in light house   We are conjuring the surf and waves      A path to reach the alcove    And me barefoot far behind    Passing by the white house    An old man was mowing his lawn       And when I woke were still present in my mind   It was some dream   Some dream      Matthew lead the consort   We all stoned in disbelief   Clambered up the hillside   And I am cursing my naked feet      There above the ridge-line   Amidst the plants so overgrown   A cavern mouth and trailway   We all crouched the capered through      And at the end there was a hole through which we looked   To such heights   To such heights   It was some dream