Sleepy Hollow Dreams

By the Hudson's shining water where the slow tides go. There's a hush

upon the hollow where the breezes whisper low. Quail call softly, woodpeck taps a

sleepy, steady beat. Stars drop silver stories on the

lanes and little streets. Some say a spell was woven here by healer

or by chief. And every wind in willow branches humming overlea.

Sleepy Hollow, where dreams ride slow. Lanterns glow and crickets bow.

Whistle of the night says, "hush," don't follow. Hear the tale the brook will

tell. Sleepy Hollow. Sleepy Hollow. Ghostly fires flicker, meteor scribble skies.