Last night I dreamed a dream
of fields and flowers and silvery streams,
the hills around were tinted blue
with bluebells, dock and heather too
and you were THERE.
All along the waters edge
ran a purple rosehip hedge.
the water tasted sweet like wine
but could not quench a thirst like mine.
and YOU were there.
And on the breeze a scent unknown
it was yours, my love, I am not alone.
my heart was filled with angelic songs
that lift the heart where it belongs
BECAUSE you were there.
Tonight I will dream of mountain slopes
and a journey we shall make together
and climb we will but not too high
and rest we shall amongst the heather.
And we will tread over the sweet foothills
and there I will take your hand in mine
and wander till we have absorbed our fill
of Mother Natures beauty divine.
And again your arms will me embrace
and we two will briefly be as one
and your love will cause all our troubles erase
and we will rest beneath the fading sun.
By Billy Neeson and Syl Lukeman
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