There will be violins playing
Softly, somewhere, won´t there?
I shall be flying through rainbows
Though I can´t fly, shan´t I?
And when he lowers his lips
To kiss me, surely
The world will be lost from view
How much of the dream comes true?
He´ll be the prince
Out of every childhood story, surely
His arms could crush me
But he will hold me gently, won´t he?
And as the dawn slowly opens one eye,
Won´t I find life wonderful and new?
How much of the dream comes true?
How much of the dream comes true?