In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound. Of the birds outside on the roof. I try to ignore what the paper says. And I try not to read all the news. And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream. And I hope it never comes true. 'Cause you and I been through so many things together. And the sun starts climbing the roof. It's a dream. Only a dream. And it's fading now. Fading away. It's only a dream. Just a memory without anywhere to stay. The Red River stills flows through my home town. Rollin' and tumblin' on its way. Swirling around the old bridge pylons. Where a boy fishes the morning away. His bicycle leans on an oak tree. While the cars rumble over his head. An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky. And the young birds call out to be fed. It's a dream. Only a dream. And it's fading now. Fading away. It's only a dream. Just a memory without anywhere to stay. An old man walks along on the sidewalk. Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat. The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away. As he stops with the policeman to chat. And a train rolls out of the station. That was really somethin' in its day. Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails. As it carries the passengers away. It's gone. Only a dream. And it's fading now. Fading away. Only a dream. Just a memory without anywhere to stay. It's a dream. Only a dream. And it's fading now. Fading away. It's only a dream. Just a memory without anywhere to stay. It's a dream. Only a dream. And it's fading now. Fading away