When then a child I had brave dreams of things that might just be br As I grow older so it seems those dreams are part of me br The longing and the wistfulness that out of dreams are made br Are by life's beauty lesser things and fall into the shade br Of what is real and what is not and so our dreams become br The hope that lies inside of us and forever drives us on br For dreams are dreams when all is said and dreams are wafer thin br And the magic that we have in life comes only from within.