The Spinning Wheel

The Cotton Jones Basket Ride

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I woke up to a dream
hung my feet in the flames
I saw things no man should ever see.

I was fallin' in love,
or at least thought I was
all along, I've been lost in some velvet dream.

I put all things where they belong.
Indeed I was right, indeed I was wrong.

I heard some silver song
dripping down from the sun
for the first time in my mind
it all was real.

I saw sunbeams bend
in the mouth of some friend
all along he's been asleep on
the spinning wheel.

I put all things where they belong
indeed I was right, indeed I was wrong.

Oh, hands of the sun
some ten thousand strong,
you keep turnin' me off
and turnin' me on.
You keep turnin' me off
and turnin' me on.
Always turnin' me off
and turnin' me on.