six o’clock in the morning
i like to see my garden gleam
sun and moon both up in the sky
in golden light i write down my dreams
dreams of you
dreams of the possibility that dreams come true
dreams of you
i like to think of your first step
and you resting in your mother’s arms
you’ll bring back “the worm” as you wiggle on your back
but baby’s got to get her groove on
or maybe you’ll be a boy just like me
grow up a little more handsome and strong
or write poetry, sweet rhapsodies
about the first time you fell out that tree
dreams of you
dreams of the possibility that dreams come true
dreams of you
someday you’ll think that everything i said was wrong
then one day you’ll realize i wasn’t so bad after all
oh, but it could be perfect, there could be peace
in our house and out on the streets
so i’ll help you to grow strong and i’ll sing you this song
about how sweet and simple it could be
dreams of you
dreams of the possibility that dreams come true
dreams of you
