Lyrics

I want to dream like Mrs Butler dreams
She walks in like a memory, strolling reality
Or so it seems
She walks out like a ghost
Making the most of her see-through perambulation
Haunting the house
Haunting the house of her dreams

So I imagine a house not too large
A staircase and bookcases, old leather suitcases
Wide open windows and chairs by the fire
Crows on the rooftop and salt on the stovetop
And herbs hanging down from the ceiling

I want to dream like Mrs Butler dreams
She walks in like a memory, strolling reality
Or so it seems
She walks out like a ghost
Making the most of her see-through perambulation
Haunting the house
Haunting the house of her dreams
Haunting the house of her dreams

So I envision a garden run wild
With mint and forget-me-not, monkshood and hollyhock
Lavender, bedstraw and gold marguerite
Crows in the seedbeds and wind blowing seedheads
And bread left with cream by the hedgerow

I want to dream like Mrs Butler dreams
She walks in like a memory, strolling reality
Or so it seems
She walks out like a ghost
Making the most of her see-through perambulation
Haunting the house
Haunting the house of her dreams
Haunting the house of her dreams

So I will conjure a place all my own
A hedge witch’s haven, a life to be brave in
Trees on the walls like the woods have come
Wandering into my nemeton
Witnessing all that I’m breathing out into the forest

I want to dream like Mrs Butler dreams
She walks in like a memory, strolling reality
Or so it seems
She walks out like a ghost
Making the most of her see-through perambulation
Haunting the house
Haunting the house of her dreams
Haunting the house of her dreams
Haunting the house of her dreams