Come hold my hand as we stroll there and beyond
The hanging white blooms of wysteria
Where whispers of love fall within our hearts
As we walk down the path of dreams
The sun slowly sinks within its red shawl
Shadows dance to the sound of the breeze
The wind plays the tune of a magical flute
While we walk down a path of dreams.
Have you yet to expect more beauty afar
To know comfort of this dreamers bliss
One kiss from the rain as the clouds softly pose
As we stroll down my path of dreams
The birds sing quietly
Of melting hearts of desire
While the wildflowers sway to the beat of our hearts
As we walk down the path of dreams.