Last night I had a dream I was walking up a hill I picked berries on my way and I got to know the hill I got to know the redwings and their every song and call I knew why they were so loud, I knew why they were still I got to know a stream, it was hidden 'neath the moss And I got to know my path and the perils on the hill I got to know a raven who followed me around I sang a raven's croak and he was happy on his wings When I reached the top I went back down the hill I met some strangers there, I gave them berries on their way I told them about the redwings and when to leave them be I showed them where to drink from the stream on the hill I showed them where the raven would follow them until They reached to the top of the hill