Where do you go at the end of the day Reposed in bed Sleep steals you away Those dreams that transport you To far distant lands Strangers in vision Woman or man   Woodlands in autumn In Moonshine Or the rain Maybe conjured from memories Imaginings of fame   Nightmares are worries That may wake you up Chased by a demon He'll never catch up   Those gentle illusions That fill you with hope Taking you on a journey Full of wonder and awe Wishing you had wrote it In the morning, forgot   Sleep will replenish Will wash it away The strains of hard labour Poured down a drain The picture show magic Must be well meant For the hours In life, stolen That each of us spends Dreaming in colour Beginning to end     AGL