It's a web like a spider's web, made of silk and light
And shadow, spun by the moon in my room at night;
It's a web made to catch a dream, hold it tight
Till I awaken, as if to tell me that dreamin's all right.

1. Down in the valley, there's a mission, by an old oak tree;
By the mission, there's a fountain, where my love told me...

2. I met a stranger, his name was Danger, we rode side by side,
Down in Santa Fe, I killed a man they say, Danger told me, ride(?)...

That's the way we sang it at Camp Tattapanum. I have no idea of the source. Nice and mushy, the way 11-year-old girls like it! Full o' sap!