Andrew Lloyd Webber, Bill Hutton - Joseph’s Dreams lyrics
[Andrew Lloyd Webber, Bill Hutton - Joseph’s Dreams lyrics]
Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers
But what makes us mad
Are the things that Joseph tells us
Of the dreams he's often had
I dreamed that, in the fields one day
The corn gave me a sign
Your eleven sheaves of corn all
Turned and bowed to mine
My sheaf was quite a sight to see
A golden sheaf and tall
Yours were green and second rate
And really rather small
"Small?!" (protesting)
This is not the kind of thing
We brothers like to hear
It seems to us that Joseph
And his dreams should disappear
I dreamed I saw eleven stars, the sun
The moon and sky
Bowing down before my star It
Made me wonder why
Could it be that I was born
For higher things than you?
A post in someone's government
A ministry or two?
The dreams of our dear brother
Are the decade's biggest yawn
His talk of stars and golden sheaves
Is just a load of corn
Not only is he tactless
But he's also rather dim
For there's eleven of us and
There's only one of him
The dreams of course will not come true
That is, we think they won't come true
That is, we hope they won't come true
What if he's right all along?
What if he's right all along?
The dreams are more than crystal clear
The writing on the wall
Means that Joseph someday soon
Will rise above us all
The accuracy of the dreams we
Brothers do not know
But one thing we are sure about:
The dreamer (dreamer) , the dreamer (dreamer)
The dreamer (dreamer) , the dreamer (dreamer)
The dreamer, dreamer, dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer has to go!
But what makes us mad
Are the things that Joseph tells us
Of the dreams he's often had
I dreamed that, in the fields one day
The corn gave me a sign
Your eleven sheaves of corn all
Turned and bowed to mine
My sheaf was quite a sight to see
A golden sheaf and tall
Yours were green and second rate
And really rather small
"Small?!" (protesting)
This is not the kind of thing
We brothers like to hear
It seems to us that Joseph
And his dreams should disappear
I dreamed I saw eleven stars, the sun
The moon and sky
Bowing down before my star It
Made me wonder why
Could it be that I was born
For higher things than you?
A post in someone's government
A ministry or two?
The dreams of our dear brother
Are the decade's biggest yawn
His talk of stars and golden sheaves
Is just a load of corn
Not only is he tactless
But he's also rather dim
For there's eleven of us and
There's only one of him
The dreams of course will not come true
That is, we think they won't come true
That is, we hope they won't come true
What if he's right all along?
What if he's right all along?
The dreams are more than crystal clear
The writing on the wall
Means that Joseph someday soon
Will rise above us all
The accuracy of the dreams we
Brothers do not know
But one thing we are sure about:
The dreamer (dreamer) , the dreamer (dreamer)
The dreamer (dreamer) , the dreamer (dreamer)
The dreamer, dreamer, dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer has to go!