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!