Some of my dreams are vivid,
Some of my dreams are rare.
Who thinks them up for us,
Who sends them to share!
My dreams consist of silver streams,
As well as meadows green.
Some of the loveliest places I've ever seen,
What do all these dreams mean?
I travel through the universe,
I travel through the country side.
Sometimes with a borrowed ride!
Last night I was in Cape Town,
With sea and sun and landscapes green.
Lots of rocky mountains,
Why don't you come along with me,
Be it today or tomorrow.
We can have so much fun,
And forget about our sorrow!