DREAMS MORE REAL

Mark Gillett

I was travelling endlessly on the road, as in dreams I’ve often known myself to do
When the feet found a friend, the path of well-worn stone, when I found myself hand-in-hand with you,
The cool green air washed us free of care and its sweet smell floated on the breeze (on the breeze)
And the light seemed to shine out from everywhere as it poured down golden through the trees.

   And if I dream of me, if I can dream of you
   If you should have to go, would you dream me too
   And if I passed you by, you I didn’t recognise
   Sometimes dreams can seem more real than Life.

We sped on up the track, I couldn’t hold you back, you pulled me on, said we really had to go
And ahead I spied past the round hillside, lofty mountains shimmering with snow,
And it seemed to me like reaching out for a strawberry, almost taste it on your tongue (on your tongue)
Such a promise of plenty and endless happiness, good times really just begun.

   And if you dream of me and if I can dream of you
   If you should have to go, would you dream me too
   And if I passed you by, you I didn’t recognise
   Sometimes dreams can seem more real than Life.

In the wink of an eye, the time to say goodbye, you were gone, lovely dream was swept away
And I tried in vain to find you again, down city streets weary and grey
By the factory gates stood a fairground with travellers, pitched their tents to make a stand (make a stand)
And a glad voice cried to me as if they knew me and a bonny young stranger took my hand,
“You’re still searching, I see” is what he said to me “Won’t you rest with us for just a day” (just a day)
“There’ll be music so sweet; share with us to eat, find beauty and comfort where you may.”

   And if you dream of me, if I can dream of you
   If you should have to go, would you dream me too
   And if I passed you by, you I didn’t recognise
   Sometimes dreams can seem more real than Life.

Well I looked at the sideshow, the coloured lamp glow, the trash and the drab and the poor,
And the smile on your face in that high, bright place, t’was a memory I could not ignore
When I shook my head, the stranger said “We’ll meet again, as you roam” (as we roam)
“May your courage endure and your love stay pure and your one true dream bring you home”,
And as ever I seek a glimpse of the peak, or the high, bright country it surrounds (it surrounds)
There’s a thing yet I know, where e’er I go, you will be there, you’ll be waiting to be found.

   And if you dream of me, if I can dream of you
   If you should have to go, would you dream me too
   And if I passed you by, you I didn’t recognise
   Sometimes dreams can seem more real than Life.



Mark sings, accompanied by guitar and playing his banjo – but not yet found online :(



R-J