The Dream Collector/Late Bloomer Fields

Feeling grounded in the Land of Nod?
Boy, that sounds odd!
Me? No, not me:
Whenever getting grounded
I stand my ground in Holy Land

Looking down on a grown up seed
don't smirk, just see
that time, time will come:
Sometimes it takes a while
to grow a ripe and tender smile

Miss, what's sown ain't never amiss:
Late bloomer fields
will always yield
many dreams,
and mine stand on one knee:
Grow old with me,
the best is yet to be

When I enter aesthetic arrest
don't try your best
to bring, bring me back
I'd droop amidst the scornfields
where biashazard is the deal

At the banquet of blooming buds
a seat I'll add:
Tout le monde est un boquet
No need to travel miles
to grow a ripe and tender smile

Miss, what's sown ain't never amiss:
Late bloomer fields
will always yield
many dreams,
and mine stand on one knee:
Grow old with me,
the best is yet to be