"I was a little girl, alone in my little world, who dreamed of a little home for me. I played pretend between the trees and fed my house guest with bark and leaves.
And laughed in my pretty bed of green.
I had a dream that I could fly from the highest swing.
Long walks in the dark, trough woods grown behind the park. I asked God who I'm supposed to be. God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.
I had a dream that I could fly from the highest tree.
Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave. I lived it full and I lived it well. As many tales I lived to tell.
I'm ready now, I'm ready to fly from the highest wing.
I had a dream."
väldigt fint , om du var 96 år och hade cancer ;)
SvaraRaderamääääh. det är ju typ en av världens bästa låtar!
SvaraRadera