Call them weeds
I see a flower garden
Dreams for sale
And every stem, a bargain
So if I’m late
I hope you do not mind
I’ll be picking
Tiny clouds of white
And—
Dreaming
I close my eyes,
My heart can’t help
Believing
Even if it takes all
afternoon
Wishbloom please… come
true
No use trying hard
To mow them over
Hope grows strongest there
Between the clover
Laugh at me
Say that I’m naïve
I will keep on hunting
Lion’s Teeth
And—
Dreaming
I close my eyes,
My heart can’t help
Believing
Even if it takes all
afternoon
Wishbloom please… come
true
Don’t tell me you’re allergic
To this miracle of flight
There’s nothing like a million prayers
Dancing through the sky
To keep me—
Dreaming
Believing
Even if it takes all
afternoon
I’ll keep
Dreaming
Don’t you know that
Dreams are made for
Dreaming?
Prayers are for
Believing
Come with me, start
Dreaming
Even if it takes all afternoon
Wishblooms still…come true!
