It must be summer
the sky is clear
The garden is so beautiful
All the flowers
and all the trees
Make Me feel like
they're inside of Me
I'm holding My sister's hand
While we're playing in the sand
It's all but a dream
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My bed is moving
I cannot see a thing
I am in total darkness
someone is calling
I can feel the chillc
I cannot around Me
I know it's not a dream
No no no
Someone is in My room
Standing at the end of My bed
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead
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Now I see her figure
it's just a little child
And there's no reflection
she's in the mirror
Could it really be
has she returned
My little sister
King beware
something bad is coming Your way
King beware
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead
Missy will You tell Me
You know we don't
have no secrets
Just beware
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Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead
You've to to tell Me Missy
Come on now spit out little girl
I will send You a dream
I will send You a dream
I will send You a dream
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born