Bobby Free Eagle (My Father’s Dream Within A Dream)

A modern man falls asleep

And enters the land where he's most comfortable

Behind him is a mountain peak

Beside, two sons with skin of maple

 

He feels cold, but the sun is coming

It is warming him, in time for hunting

He wears a tunic of elk’s leather

He thirsts, so he goes to the ground for water

 

They are about to leave, when he hears his wife

He comes awake in a stranger’s life:

“Why are you crying Bobby Free Eagle? It’s Thanksgiving!”

 

He cries because he isn’t free

He isn't free to pitch a tent

It isn't where he aught to be

This place where he's been sent