I’ve never been to Mamble

I’ve never been to Mamble
And wondered in a dream
Along that lane, along that road
To the house I have never seen.
The walls hold my memories
And have been turned into stone
And as I stand solo by the front door
I do not fear or feel alone.
I’ve never been to Mamble
And I wonder what I’ve seen
Of that fine house and field
Visited in a dream.

Maybe I’ll go to Mamble
To find that house I’ve seen
To turn the key in the lock
And then I will have been.