When the morning comes And you're still sleeping With all those dreams In your pretty head I light a fire While the sun comes creepin' All across the meadow bed The old clock has stopped* No longer tickin' No longer countin' Every second Out by the car Our snowman's melting Nothing can bring him back now His smile, a twig And his nose a cucumber His eyes Two pinecones lookin' out We got pictures of him Like little kids laughin' In the snow we were walking Hand in hand We went looking for a big surprise And we found before our eyes Two white elks grazin' on the green Then we heard the honkers comin' Landing on the lake of summer Nesting there and waiting for a dream When the morning comes And you're still sleeping With all those dreams In your pretty head I light a fire While the sun comes creepin' All across the meadow bed