Hearts of Glory by The Crazy Bird

TCB's Comments:  I'm an American expatriate who has been living in Denmark since '68 (no, I didn't dodge the draft <s>), getting by and making little songs like this one.  So here is a song, inspirational, which owes an awful lot to folk tradition in form and images:

I dreamt a dream of ancient times
when hearts were filled with glory
And everyone was living in
sweet simplicity

I pray it's not a fable,
I pray that the day will come:

When to live like this, in Eden's bliss,
will be reality.

I dreamt I saw an open door
within every human heart,
And I saw the bonds that keep us close
although we are apart.

I pray it's not a fable,
I pray that the day will come:

When the love that lives for everyone
shines thru -- bright morning star!

I dreamt I heard tin silver bells
proudly peeling and ringing,
And the songs I heard without any words
were only angels singing.

I pray it's not a fable,
I pray that the day will come:

When every girl and boy will know
the joy that lives in everything.

© Chuck Cliff