Sometimes I dream I'm there and back again Inside I long to whisper to the wind Won't you take me on to paradise, I think it might be nice to go Under the trees on Bagshot Row Sensations change, even after all He left his home one day in the fall To the depths below in Moria He was forever on his way These are the words I heard him say: There's an invitation just for you to come down And look at yourself Senses are wide open, let the trilogy in It's not a book on a shelf, It's a word to be heard About things I believe that each of us Will carry on our way . . . Seasons come and go about their way Reasons have to pick another day There's a place I want to recommend But some adventures seem to never end When Saturday comes, we'll take a walk in the woods And make up a song All about the travels and the stories they told Just to carry along Never mind if you're gone It's a gift to turn you on, so come inside The journey has begun To discover all was for the one.