Charlie Musselwhite Sorcerer's Dream
Now, something keeps crawling,
scratching round my backdoor.
Something keeps crawling,
scratching round my backdoor.
It keeps on crawling
and it just wont let me in.
I look out of my window,
through the clouds I see the moon.
I look out of my window,
through the clouds I see the moon.
I see dark shadows moving,
I hear footsteps in my room.
All through the night,
what keeps on calling me.
All through the night,
what keeps on calling me.
I hear whispers in the dark,
something is moving through the trees.
Finally, daylight is breaking,
and the rooster begins to crow.
But I see the heads all turning,
slowly turning on my back, oh
It must be time to go.
