| THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
Sometimes it seems so strange
The way I feel for you
It makes my life so quiet and free
And when you smile at me
It's just that special love
A kind of liberty I never felt before
And I don't need to be a poet
I don't need to be a hero
When all I need to do is keep on loving you
I just have to be me and I don't need to be
The stranger anymore I used to be
In my impossible dream
I keep my fingers crossed
I never want to lose
This new-found world that's so alive, Angel
I'm so in love with you
My heart has circled in the past
The demons of deceit but now aside I've cast
And I don't need to be a poet
I don't need to be a hero
When all I need to do is keep on loving you
I just have to be me and I don't need to be
The stranger anymore I used to be
In my impossible dream
| ALL IN THIS GOLDEN AFTERNOON
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide
Our wanderings to guide
Ah, cruel three! In such an hour, beneath such dreamy weather
To beg a tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest feather
Yet what can one poor voice avail against three tongues together
Against three tongues together
Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursue
The dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast and half believe it true
And half believe it true
And ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dry
And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by
"The next time - it is next time" the happy voices cry
The happy voices cry
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland, thus slowly one by one
It's quaint events were hammered out and now the tale is done
And home we steer
A merry crew
Beneath the setting sun
|
DECEMBER 1994