Dreaming To
Much
Every night I'm resting
here,
In my big comfy easy chair,
Just dreaming away the hours,
While soft music fills the air.
Dreaming about cold
winter nights,
We 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 me
And kissed my 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
asleep,
I actually can feel your touch.
God, please help this lonesome gal,
I think she's dreaming too much.
© 2002 Del Senkbeil
