Вершы: Chicago. Chicago III. Fallin' Out.

(Terry Kath)

Now I lay me down to sleep
And dream of my treasure map
It shows me
Things my maypole's buried at
And I dream of all the fun I have
When my maypole comes out to play
Yeah, and I dream things I can't say
Or I'll get put away
So now, I better stop
Before I give them all away