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.