I want to go back to the dream I was dreaming,
About the boy who wouldn't go away.
He just stood with me wherever I was,
Didn't hear what people tried to say.
He wasn't much for talking,
But his eyes were clear on me.
And I surely loved to find him there
Wherever I happened to be.
There were a lot of people in that place,
And they said I was wrong, all wrong,
To put my hand against his sweet face,
And let him hang around.
I told them I wouldn't hurt him at all,
But how can a person be sure?
So I moved away to another scene
And left him standing there.
I want to go back to the dream I was dreaming,
And whatever those people would say,
I'd let him be with me as long as he likes,
And I'd never send him away,
And I'd go on dreaming all day.