The Dreamers Lament
I often dream of travel, as I used to do,
of places I have been I'd like to take you to,
of the beauty and the sights, of places high and low,
of sunlit days and clear crisp nights where caressing breezes blow.
I'd like to have an airplane and travel to places far,
to see the sights of which men dream ,who travel in a car,
to ride a roaring motorcycle and feel it's surging power,
as the road falls beneath it's wheels, hour upon triumphant hour.
All these things I love to dream,
as I live from day to day,
I guess I'll get a rocking chair
and dream my life away,
for when you have no dream at all
there's naught for them to do,
but carve your name upon a stone
and say a word or two.