But the darkened faces turn away from the sight. Blind, bewildered nations crumble and reap, and fall, Shadows gather all. Overhead is beauty, healing for the old. Overhead is morning, nothing but youth, Only lovely youth. In a dream so full of hope and wishes.
Youth is but a dream to the old A youthful family of birds, Flying in the sky, Singing in the air.
Eating berries and fruits. A dream is a dream And nothing more. But to a dreamer, a dream is what will be to them, If it just so happens to come true, And if you listen closely, you can hear The singers in a cloudy dream. I am dreaming of a World with no hunger, and no pain, Much love, with no hate, much peace, and such joy, That spreads greatly to every girl and boy I am dreaming of a, Place delighted in grace, That stop s all the fighting, And supports each race. I am dreaming of a, Land that is rooted in love, The hope for tomorrow, And the rights far all men I am dreaming of a, Friend to support, And to cherish, but also to love, That friend is my man in the sky above.