[Narrator]
Joseph's coat
Annoyed his brothers
[Brothers]
But what makes us mad
Are the things
That Joseph tells us
Of the dreams he's often had
[Joseph]
I dreamed
That in the 'llelds one day
The corn gave me a sign
Your eleven sheaves of corn
All turned and bowed to mine
My sheafwas quite a sight to see
A golden sheaf and tall
Yours were green
And second-rate
And really rather small
[Brothers]
This is not the kind of thing
We brothers like to hear
It seems to us that Joseph
And his dreams should disappear
[Joseph]
I dreamed I saw eleven stars
The sun the 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
[Brothers]
The dreams of our
Dear brother's 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
Dreamer dreamer
The dreamer dreamer
The dreamer dreamer
The dream dream
Dream dream
Dream dream
Dream dream
Dreamer has to to go