Joseph's Dreams

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? How dare you!)

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, and 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 some day 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!