Once, I Dreamed That I Was Samuel Clemens

Once, I dreamed that I was
Samuel Clemens.
I dreamed I was white
like a dove.

I dreamed I stole God
from my lady love,
and turned all my words
into dollars.

If I really was
Samuel Clemens,
I'd sit by the fire
in a nightgown.

All the stories I'd tell
would all gather 'round.
They'd judge me
so quietly.

Gather 'round the fire
and listen closely to me.
You can tell a lot about a man
from his stories.