| I was a bird that loved to fly
|
| Catching the wind as it went south
|
| And I could touch every inch of sky
|
| And the sweetest songs trilled from my mouth
|
| But I’m no bird anyone can see
|
| And there’s no wind waiting for me
|
| It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream
|
| To be a bird flying free
|
| I was a cloud that loved to drift
|
| Offering shade to lay upon
|
| And the greenest grass was my gift
|
| And a summer day was my song
|
| But I’m no cloud anyone can see
|
| And there’s just dust instead of green
|
| It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream
|
| To be a cloud drifting free
|
| I was a light that loved to dance
|
| Without a care of who might see
|
| I tempted fate and welcomed chance
|
| And I held the world inside of me
|
| The clouds have fled, and the birds have flown
|
| And the light that was is all but gone
|
| It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream
|
| To be a light
|
| To be a cloud
|
| To be a bird
|
| Flying free |