Dormitory

The Song Dormitory Let me tell you a little story About my reggae music... Down inside my dor-mi-to-ry Sleeping songs await their story Too young yet to come and play Rest in crates till comes their day Some need rhythm, some need time Some still searching for a rhyme So I let them sleep and grow Where the cool sea breezes blow Sleep, little song, take your time Dream your riddim, find your rhyme No need rushing through that door You'll know when you're ready for more Sleep, little song, dream along One day you will find your song Rest beneath the setting sun Dream until your time has come From the sky, so bright and sunny Drips the sweet au-di-to-ry honey Every drop becomes a sound Till the riddim comes around Muses hum beneath the trees Melodies ride on the breeze Little songs begin to grow Where the cool sea waters flow In a world im-ag-in-a-ry Dreams grow wild and ex-tra-or-di-na-ry Bass lines swimming through the night Little chords wake with the light Somewhere underneath the moon Someone hums a brand-new tune No one knows from where it came Morning comes and gives it name Sleep, little song, take your time Dream your riddim, find your rhyme No need rushing through that door You'll know when you're ready for more Sleep, little song, dream along One day you will find your song Rest beneath the setting sun Dream until your time has come Growing here is vo-lun-ta-ry Nothing ever man-da-to-ry Songs will wake when time is right Some at dawn and some at night Some take days and some take years Some need laughter, some need tears If they're not yet ready, then Let them fall asleep again Nothing here is ex-pla-na-to-ry That's the way inside my story Sometimes words just need to rest Till the music fits them best Open crates from long ago See which little seeds might grow Give them sunlight, give them rain Maybe they will sing again Every song will have its day Some just take the longer way What was sleeping yesterday Might wake up tomorrow and play No song lost and no song gone Something somewhere carries on Waiting for a melody That will finally set it free Then something ex-tra-or-di-na-ry Stirred inside the dormitory One small song woke with the dawn Found its voice and carried on Brushed the honey from its head Climbed right out its little bed Took my hand and said to me "I'm the song you're singing, see?" Wake, little song, your time has come Lift your voice beneath the sun No more sleeping anymore Now you're walking through that door Wake, little song, sing along Now you've finally found your song All those years you dreamed away Now the world can hear you play Dor-mi-to-ry... Au-di-to-ry... Im-ag-in-a-ry... Sleep, little songs... Till you're ready to play...