| When I was growing up my best friend was a unicorn
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| The others smiled at me and called me «crazy»
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| But I was not upset by knowing I did not conform
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| I always thought their seeing must be hazy
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| The unicorn and I would while away the hours
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| Playing, dancing and romancing in the wild flowers
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| And we’d sing
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| Seeing is believing in the things you see
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| Loving is believing in the ones you love
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| Seeing is believing in the things you see
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| Loving is believing in the ones you love
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| When I was seventeen my best friend was the Northern Star
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| The others asked why I was always dreaming
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| When I did not reply I found my thoughts were very far
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| Away from daily hurts and fears and scheming
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| The Northern Star and I would share our dreams together
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| Laughing, sighing, sometimes crying, in all kinds of weather
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| And we’d sing
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| And now that I am grown, my best friend lives inside of me
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| The others smile at me and call me «crazy»
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| But I am not upset, for long ago I found the key
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| I’ve always known their seeing must be hazy
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| My friend inside and I would while away the hours
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| Playing, dancing and romancing in the wild flowers
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| And we’d sing |