I woke up today with a happy smile,
For I had been dreaming for a while,
And in that dream, you had visited me,
Showing me a vision of what could be.
We were talking so late into the night,
That it made the dream seem very bright,
Of us simply walking and holding hands,
In the bright moonlight, on pure white sands.
Was it a dream, or was it reality?
Perhaps a vision of what could be?
Do we dream how we want things to be?
Or are our dreams just a fantasy.
We woke with surf rushing up the beach,
Where we had slept well, just out of reach.
The birds were greeting in the early morn,
As the rose red sun created the dawn.
It was, perhaps, simply me dreaming,
Or was there reality in the meaning,
A deeper wish that was in my mind,
Of a special passion I'd like to find.
Was it a dream, or was it reality?
Perhaps a vision of what could be?
Do we dream how we want things to be?
Or are our dreams just a fantasy.
Play that clarinet.
Bring back that trumpet.
Was it a dream, or was it reality?
Perhaps a vision of what could be?
Do we dream how we want things to be?
Or are our dreams just a fantasy.
When you hear this, will it make you smile,
Leave you lost in thought for a little while.
Considering just what could have been,
Or visualising that future scene.
Was this a dream, or was it reality?
A vision of what the future could be?
Of what, in my mind, perhaps will be,
If my dream was to become reality.
Was it a dream, or was it reality?
Perhaps a vision of what could be?
Do we dream how we want things to be?
Or are our dreams just a fantasy.
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