I was long inside a dream, I could not get loose I will tell you of it, although there is little use To tell a dream when dreaming is all you ever do Things were not so good, I can't make light of it My poor soul, it was having a dark night of it It was a long night, a week, maybe a year Maybe a long dark night is coming down Maybe a long dark night is coming down Through the door of my dream burst No zombie, no ogre, no devil there But a flying man with long trailing hair Who perched the iron rail of my bed O Lord, combing His long white hair Saying my name How could he know when I did not even know my name? Maybe a long dark night is coming down Maybe a long dark night, my precious one Maybe a long dark night is rolling around my eyes O Lord The man who took me to be from elsewhere When I too inhabited the earthly sphere Leant down and struck me with his long trailing hair Maybe a long dark night is coming down Maybe a long dark night, my precious one Maybe a long dark night is rolling around my head O Lord