DREAMING TOO MUCH
By Del
Every night I'm sitting hereIn my comfy easy chair,Just dreaming away the hoursWhile soft music fills the air.Dreaming about the cold winter nightsWe met at the skating rink.We waltzed around for an hour or two.Then went to the shack for a drink.Crisp spring evenings we went for a stroll,Holding hands, laughing and talking.How often you put one arm around meAnd kissed me while we were walking.Warm summer nights were spent at the beach,On a blanket near the shore,Alone, except for the man in the moon,Who could ask for more?Lately before I fall asleepI actually can feel your touch.God, won't you help this lonesome gal.I think she's dreaming too much. Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 02:16 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Every night I'm sitting hereIn my comfy easy chair,Just dreaming away the hoursWhile soft music fills the air.Dreaming about the cold winter nightsWe met at the skating rink.We waltzed around for an hour or two.Then went to the shack for a drink.Crisp spring evenings we went for a stroll,Holding hands, laughing and talking.How often you put one arm around meAnd kissed me while we were walking.Warm summer nights were spent at the beach,On a blanket near the shore,Alone, except for the man in the moon,Who could ask for more?Lately before I fall asleepI actually can feel your touch.God, won't you help this lonesome gal.I think she's dreaming too much...."