All we have are dreams written by Alan.s.Robinson
A small boy stands by a deep dark pool just thinking, thinking,
\"All of these stones that I throw in keep sinking, sinking
One of these days I'll learn to swim, I'll hold my breath and I'll dive in
find them all and gather them in, bring 'em all back and begin again
swimming with the tad poles and the sticklebacks, just seeking, seeking.\"
An old man stand by a deep dark pool, been drinking, drinking
Takes another nip from his old hip flask, starts thinking, thinking
\"Where are my friends? Where is my wife? Where are my dreams? Where is my life?
Where are the years of fat and famine? Gather them all and begin again.\"
Drowning in his memories and looking back, just weeping, weeping
All we have are dreams
All we have are dreams
All we have are dreams
We have our dreams
Light lays low on a deep dark pool time creeping, creeping
Cast another stone another tear another fool, life's fleeting, fleeting
Stars they live and die and I, am no more no less blessed by
the light that loves the life it finds and binds it to the march of time
I'm holding my breath and closing my eyes and diving, diving
All we have are dreams
All we have are dreams
All we have are dreams
We have our dreams