I do not believe
The sun could shine again
Nor that the world
Would keep on turning
If it were not for the dreams of men
The hoping, the longing, the yearning
For what the bird said is true enough
It seems we are substance and the stuff of dreams
So dream your dreams
And let them keep out the cold
Dreaming dreams a heart can never grow old
Give yourself a new mentality
What's so hard about reality
Dream your dreams
If it's the last thing you do
Never mind if they don't ever come true
Some thing grows from it
That's light and gleaming
A seed of magic lies in all our dreaming