oh he works in the shadows he waits in the wings miracle make and the magic begins beneath a lamppost as he beckons you near with a furry white claw and magnificent ears oh well it might be a bat or a rhinoceros maybe a horse or a pet octopus but i think it s rather convenient to find a friend in the circus of your mind oh what will you do when he comes for you what will you do when that pooka chooses you no don t be afraid to follow his lead he ll show you the ropes of our reality he ain t gonna hurt you no not in the least so a toast to a most benevolent beast so here s to you harvey the weaver of dreams the stopper of clocks the unpicker of seams raise a glass to old harvey look him straight in the eye if you say you can t see him you re living a la la la la la la la lie oh where will i be when he comes for me what will i see when that pooka chooses me no i ain t scared of ghosts in the night i ll lap it all up with delicious delight an ocean of time where we can run free harvey and me yes we ll sail the high seas in our grand fantasy and we ll sing so here s to you harvey the weaver of dreams the stopper of clocks the unpicker of seams raise a glass to old harvey look him straight in the eye if you say you can t see him you re living a la la la la la la la lie 