the perfect little song...the perfect little dream

God bless the Paste Magazine CD Samplers and Elly who lets me borrow them. Here's a new find - such a sweet little song. I pronounce it lovely. 

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 houseguests bark and leaves 

and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream.

That I could fly from the highest swing.

I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark 

through woods grown behind the park, 

I asked God who I'm supposed to be. 

The stars smiled down on me. 

God answered in silent reverie. 

I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream.

That I could fly from the highest tree.

I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey. 

I don't what's left to say 

about this life I'm willing to leave.

I lived it full, and I lived it well. 

There's many tales I've lived to tell.  

I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now 

to fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream.  

Priscilla Ahn, Dream