I dream,
Of things that beam,
The windy sun, flowers, and vanilla creme.
I dream of smile, swings and playing pure,
Her pearl, sweet things and serene myrrh.
These things, dreams to endure,
They are the crying cure.
Of things that beam,
The windy sun, flowers, and vanilla creme.
I dream of smile, swings and playing pure,
Her pearl, sweet things and serene myrrh.
These things, dreams to endure,
They are the crying cure.