Tuesday, June 16, 2009

My Book of Dreams

The sweet strumming of a mandolin
Is joined by a soft voiced violin
And the last tip of the sun
Starts to fade away
Bringing an end to another day

And my mind is filled
With dreams of loving you
And my heart is filled
With an ache from missing you

I brush a few sad tears away
And watch the colours fade
And the sky becomes
A dark midnight blue
And my mind is filled
With dreams of loving you

You will forever be
In my book of dreams
I keep a lock of your red hair
And a happy picture is there
Memories of a sweeter day
And the last bit of sun
Slowly starts to fade away

You are in my book of dreams
A forever part of who I am
Forever a part of what I now do

The sweet strumming of a mandolin
Is joined by a soft voiced violin
And the last tip of the sun
Starts to fade away
Bringing an end to another day

You are in my book of dreams
A forever part of who I am
Forever a part of what I now do

I was a fool to walk away from you
Seeking for a better day
Looking for another rainbow
So many tears have fallen
So many years have passed away
And now all I have left
Of our loving ways
And now all I have left
Of those sweet happy days
Is my old book of dreams

The sweet strumming of a mandolin
Is joined by a soft voiced violin
And the last tip of the sun
Starts to fade away
Bringing an end to another day

And my mind is filled
With dreams of loving you
And my heart is filled
With an ache from missing you

And now all I have left
Of our loving ways
And now all I have left
Of those sweet happy days
Is my old book of dreams

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