On the wings of a dove we fly to foolish dreams,
As we fly by a crystal clear river or a stream,
Upon your wings of delight,
As we ride upon the starry cool night,
Don't you play those childish games upon raindrops
as pearls beneath the snow,
As we ride those clouds in a moment of a blink,
The sound of thunder without a wink,
As we ride out our dreamland as we swift the fall,
Through the magic of our love when it calls,
When you see roses in beauty of true blues,
As the memories come flowing in a world of priceless
hugs,
Their be time you'll need rest for the night the
night starts to yawn,
As we snuggle into each other arms,
Now on a mission of thought as our dreams come to
the close,
As we look into each other smile,