Call Me Up in Dreamland - Van Morrison

Well I tried and I tried

But the river seems so wide

And my head hurts and my hands are tied

And it's so hard

When you're standing on the yard

Every time that your number comes around

Call me up in dreamland

Radio to me man, alright

Get the message to me

Anyway you can

Well let your river roll

A way down in your soul

Never to grow old

On the saxophone

From the airport to the plane

A way to the railroad trains

Why can't we take it from the top

And start all over again

Everytime you hear that whistle blow

You know you gotta put on your show

Everytime your number comes around

Call me up in dreamland

Radio to me man

Get the message to me

Anyway you can

A let your river roll

Way down in your soul

Never to grow old

On a saxophone

(Instrumental and sax solo)

From the car to the bar

Or why don't you pour it in a jar?

An put a label on it

And send it off to the lost and found

You've gotta get it in your brain

But before you go insane

Everytime your number comes around

Here it comes

Call me up in dreamland

A radio to me man

Get the message to me

Anyway you can

Let your river roll

A way down in your soul

Never to grow old

On a saxophone

Never to grow old

On a saxophone

Never to grow old

On the saxophone

Never to grow old

On that-a saxophone

Lord have mercy!