text: Live performance
  Well, I dreamed I was a gypsy riding the land
  With a tambourine and a gypsy queen
  And a rainbow caravan
  Happy old land sailor, yeah, thats what I want to be
  Stealing diamonds from the rich men to throw in the sea
  Singing look toward the land
  cause the land holds the key
  Keep an eye on the land
  And an eye on man
  Well, I dreamed I was a cabin boy
  On an American Clipper line
  Watering flowers for the captain
  That they may not wilt
  Bringing cargo to colonies of South Caroline
  On the best ol Clipper Dave Mckay ever built
  Singing look toward the land
  cause the land is the key
  Singing keep an eye on the land
  And an eye on the sea
  Well, I dreamed I was your lover
  Cause thats what I want to be
  And I dreamed that every night you dreamed only of me
  And we walked along the beach, and ooh, we held hands
  And I told you you were my only woman
  And I was your only man
  Singing look toward the lovers
  For they are the key
  Keep an eye on the lovers
  And an eye on the war machine
  Yes I dreamed I was a captain of a river queen
  Caressing Mississippi waters down to New Orleans
  Yeah, a happy ol riverboat captain, thats what Id like to be
  And Id let you ride my honey, Id let you ride her for free
  Singing look toward the river
  Cause the rivers the key
  Keep an eye on the river
  And an eye on the sea
  Well, I dreamed I was your friend
  Cause thats what I want to be
  And every night, you had dreams
  And they were all of me
  Wed walk all the streets together
  Hand in hand
  And be kind to the women
  And the women be kind to the me