Invitation

Original tune

Chorus by Shel Silverstein
Verses by Merav Hoffman

I'll sing you the tale of a very small giant,
Who lived in a world that was not quite our own.
He sang to the children and tickled their fancy,
And though he is gone we are never alone.

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buy-er.
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
If you are a dreamer, come in.

He taught about giving, he taught about suffering,
I don't think there's anything he didn't teach.
From subversive resistance to mythical creatures,
Was there ever a heart Uncle Shel failed to reach?

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buy-er.
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
If you are a dreamer, come in.

But the tree is done giving, and we are now older,
And all that is left are the songs and the poems.
Still we'll read to our children from "A Light in the Attic",
So the sidewalk will end, right in front of our homes.

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buy-er.
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
If you are a dreamer, come in.

September 24, 1999

Thank you Uncle Shel for all the words and songs. We all miss you.