I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. 

And in that circle I had made were all 

the worlds unformed and unborn yet. 

A volume, a sphere that was the earth, 

that was the moon, that did revolve around my room. 

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed fo a circle round. 

And in that circle was a maze, 

a terrible spiral to be lost in. 

Blind in my fear, 

I was escaping just by feel. 

But at every turn my way was sealed. 

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. 

And in that circle was a face. 

Her eyes looked upon me with fondness. 

Her warmth coming near, 

calling me "sweetness," calling me "dear." 

But I whispered, "no, I can't rest here." 

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. 



In the quiet morning 

There was much despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

Tossed by the tides of misfortune 

Barely here to tell her tale 

Rolled in on a sea of disaster 

Rolled out on a mainline rail 



She once walked tight at my side 

I'm sure she walked by you 

Her striding steps could not deny 

Torment from a child who knew 



That in the quiet morning 

There would be despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

She cried out her song so loud 

It was heard the whole world round 

A symphony of violence 

The great southwest unbound