Texty písní Emmylou Harris

Emmylou Harris

I Will Dream

In my imagination

You are my dear companion

And I'm the one you cling to

And your voice still calls my voice

Before your heart began to wander

And mine was torn asunder

Before the fairer and the younger

Before the cryin' game

All those girls with their long dark dresses

Waltzing out in their Sunday dresses

All their sweet soft warm caresses

Cannot hold you like I do

And though you say, you do not love me

And your dreams are never of me

I will dream my dream of you

In my dreams you are the swallow

Coming back to Capistrano

And I'm the sound of the bells you follow

But in this world, dreams don't come true

Still when you're lost out in the desert

When your fire's a dying ember

The last light you remember

Will be the light I shed for you

Mine is no ordinary star love

I see exactly where you are love

And no else could shine that far love

To bring you safely through

And though you say, you do not want me

And made no promises to haunt me

I will dream, my dream of you

The sorrows flow down like a fountain

Over the miles beyond our countin'

More than the flowers of the mountain

Or the raindrops in the sea

But if Heaven's just a dreaming

Surely my love will be redeeming

And you will dream your dream of me