(David
Friedman/ Judy Niemack)
In a
garden, a house made of glass
Tell a
story to help make the hours pass,
I
remember the one with the King
And the
time he set out
To find
his way home.
In a
castle, there once lived a King,
With his
servants, his throne, and a crown of gold,
Every
morning he woke from a dream
Where an
old man would tell him
To find
his way home.
One day
he rode past the gates,
And he
turned to look back,
but the
castle was gone
And no
one was there;
Only
silence and wind blowing.
Then he
heard something;
Someone
was calling him.
Through
the mist came the man from the dream,
And he
said, “Now you must begin your journey homeward.”