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Rip Van Winkle
I dreamed I crossed a bridge above the Hudson
Like Simon and Garfunkel might have built
And I dreamed I drove up high on the Catskill Highway
And slept with Rip Van Winkle in the hills
There to wake
A whole year distant
Troubles over
World renewed
There to wake
Our eyes a-blinking
Like Rip van Winkle
We slept right through
And I dreamed I helped a man with a keg of liquor
Who led me to a gathering in the glen
Where the saddest souls that I had ever witnessed
Made me play a game of ninepins without end
We lay under clouds of thunder
Close the casement bolt the door
Tallyman called out the numbers
I knelt and prayed there’d be no more
© MarkGSongs 2023
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