My imagination about what a childs dream may be like.
poppyguitarman
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Story behind the song
On the Mormon pioneer trek, the children had very little time to play, and let thier imaginations run free. I just let my imagination go, and everything seemed to flow.
Lyrics
Good night, tired little eyes.
Time to climb the wooden hill.
Sleep tight, safe in the night.
wander thru your dreams at will.
The stars are awake, blinking their silver tears on the moon.
You'll be amazed, carpets of magic can fly, thru the sky.
You can run, and play as you wish.
let your fantacies run free.
You can alway's find peace in your dreams.