WALKING DREAMS

Walking Dreams. Walking Dreams.
They can't fly, you know.
On the Way - day by day -
down the Road they go.
They watch birds fly. Watch fish swim.
But they must walk the Way.
The dusty Road is long for them.
They can never stay.

Chorus
Dream of the Sea. Dream of Love.
Dream of coming Home.
Dream of flying, high above,
beyond the Road they roam.

Walking Dreams. Walking Dreams.
They have starry eyes.
All of human hope, it seems,
echoes in their sighs.
All the Sea, all the Sky,
watches as they go.
Who knows Who may watch on high,
and long to walk the Road ?

Chorus
Dream of the Sea. Dream of Love.
Dream of coming Home.
Stars look down from high above.
Dreams do not walk alone.
Dreams do not walk alone.

(©-2000-"Future Folk" Music-Betty Curtis)