JULIA DREAM
Sunlight bright upon my pillow
Lighter than an eiderdown
Wishing that the weeping-willow
Winds its branches round
Julia dream
Dream that queen
Queen of all my dreams
Every night I turn the light out
Waiting for the velvet blind
Will the scaly armadillo
Find me where I'm hiding
Will the misty master break me
Will the key unclock my mind
Will the following fortsteps catch me
Am I realy dying | 
