I like to dream yes, yes, right between my Deer machine
On a cloud of hay I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the farm away from here
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic hay ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the hay take you away
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the hay away
I looked around, a lousy tractor's all I found
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic hay ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the hay take you away,
J. Kay, W. Borella
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