My heart you fed
My heart you fed

What a dream they had
through the lake down the hill
she said my heart
my heart you fed
So he's still willing to do it again

A nightingale running across the sky
he lose himself touching her hair
Thy cure I try
nobody except him will bring her to the fair

A gentle flea fondled her skin
he breathed it away with kind regard
Your love will win
nothing from now will be as hard she said

Dream is lost with many others in a flow

What a dream they had
Through the lake down the hill
She said my heart
My heart you fed
so he's still willing to do it again

Two little birds full of beliefs
softly laid down in the straw
they said no more
No more griefs
Their dream is going to grow some more
Some more

Dream is lost with many others in a flow
Mine is lost with many others in a flow