Dreamin'

I dreamed a castle in the sky
With stained-glass windows and turrets high.
Where rooms were all silver, and furniture gold,
Filled with laughter from jesters and stories of old.

Then I learned flesh is frail and all must die,
That laughter is hard and too many cry,
That gold must be toiled for but is often too little,
And those who dreamt castles hide in homes and grow bitter.

I still dream a castle in the sky
With gaping windows and broken turrets high.
Where rooms are bare and echo the tunes
From a lonely soul among the ruins.