In my dreams I wish to stray
to white covered green pastures
in which I would lay.
Press with hands in crystal snow;
...
In the heart that magic touches,
a mystical spell drifts through that
soul to urge and drive the hand
of craft to completeness in mind -
...
A map will guide you
on the route to loving arms.
Dreams can become softly mine;
Where love can fly
...
Christmas Snow
In my dreams I wish to stray
to white covered green pastures
in which I would lay.
Press with hands in crystal snow;
the wonder out my soul'd flow.
The enchantment and mystique
of taking part in a white Christmas;
the snowmen and games
and fluffed cotton dunes
draws me into a fantasy:
One in which I live to see;
experience the magic when looking
outside to watch snowflakes
twirling down to the ground
to chat whispers in the corners.
One day I hope to be
able my reality dream to see;
And Christmas would be more
special as innocence falls
down to cover black with white.