I had a dream.
The dream was a girl.
Hair was of fire.
Clouds lift me higher, and I
Am flying on wings of the sky.
I bayed with a wolf at the moon
When I met her in springtime and longing for June.
As she called out my name,
Nothing would ever be the same.
Flowers in bloom.
Hope for the Spring.
Laughing out madly.
Friends called me sadly, but they
Were blowing that sadness away.
I pondered the crossroads at hand
Then laughed at my caution, refusing to land.
So I paused, long to stare.
Someone foretold my heart I'd bare.
Crashed to the ground.
Ground was so hard.
My vision was jarred, and then
She's only the friend of a friend.
I cried much like Adam in Fall,
Then I held my emotions in spite of them all.
I'd be always to blame.
Nothing would ever be the same.
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Nothing will ever be the same.
© (4/17) 2001 Big Apple PubCo. (p) 2001 National Records.
Owned by The Donaldson
Corporation. All rights reserved.
From a forthcoming Weavers DVD.