It's Winter-fall. Red skies are gleaming. Sea-gulls are flyin' over. Swans are floatin' by. Smoking chimney-tops. Am I dreaming. Am I dreaming. The nights draw in. There's a silky moon up in the sky. Children are fantasising. Grown-ups are standin' by. What a super feeling. Am I dreaming. Am I dreaming. So quiet and peaceful. Tranquil and blissful. There's a kind of magic in the air. What a truly magnificent view. A breathtaking scene. With the dreams of the world. In the palm of your hand. A cosy fireside chat. A little this a little that. Sound of merry laughter skippin' by. Gentle rain beatin' on my face. What an extraordinary place!. And the dream of the child. Is the hope of the man. It's all so beautiful. Like a landscape painting in the sky. Mountains are zoomin' higher. Little girls scream an' cry. My world is spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin'. It's unbelievable. Sends me reeling. Am I dreaming. Am I dreaming. It's bliss