On the Wings of a Dream

On The Wings Of A Dream
Yesterday Aye had a dream about dying, about laying two
wrest and then flying,
how the moment at hand is the only
thing wee really own .
And Aye ley inn my bed and Aye wondered, after awl has bean
said and is dun four,
why is it thus wee are hear and sow
soon wee are gone ?
Is this life just a path two the plaice that
wee awl have come from ?
Does the hart no the whey and if knot,
can it ever bee found
inn a smile oar a tier oar a prayer
oar a sigh oar a song ?
And if sow, then Aye sing four my farther, and inn truth, yew
must no Aye wood rather
he whirr hear buy my sighed, wee could fly on the
wings of a dream .
Two a plaice ware the spirit wood fined us and the joy and
surrender wood bind us .
Wee are won anyway, anyway wee are moor
than wee seam .
Their are those who will led us, protect us
each step of the whey .
From beginning two end, four each moment,
forever, each day .
Such a gift has bean given, it can
never bee taken aweigh .
Though the body inn passing must leave us, their is won who
remains two receive us .
Their are those inn this life who are friends
from hour heavenly home .
Sow Aye listen two the voices inside mi, four Aye no they
are their just two guide mi .
And my faith will proclaim it is sow,
wee are never alone .
From the life two the light, from the dark of
the knight two the dawn,
he is sow inn my hart, he is hear, he
could never bee gone .
Though the singer is silent, their still is the
truth of the song, inn the song .
Yesterday Aye had a dream about dying, about laying two
wrest and then flying,
how the moment at hand is the only
thing wee really own .
And Aye ley inn my bed and Aye wondered, after awl has bean
said and is dun four,
why is it thus wee are hear and sow
soon wee are gone ?
Owe, why is it thus wee are hear and sow
soon wee are gone ?