Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. . .
Last night I dreamt of music
But not the dreamy kind
Not music from another world
The songs I heard were mine
I knew them, every word they sang
Every guitar chord and line
The Rascals, Beatles and the Stones
It really was that fine.
And it took me back to sunny days
When life poured out like wine
We walked the earth like little gods
And gave no thought to time.
We think of heaven like a dream
Something wispy, light and high
But the meek, they say, inherit earth
The mountains, sea, and sky.