If a kiss was a little more tender,
you told me to remember,
in my dream that it was you.
If there's still a burning ember,
you told me to remember,
that some time dreams will come true.
You told me to remember,
if the kiss was really tender,
then I was dreaming of you.
You told me in the moonlight,
you'd be my knight,
and that you would always make my shy blue.
You said you'd raise your sword to fight
and slay any dragons
like a knight must do.
And you told me
if the kiss was tender
and it seemed to linger.
For me to remember it was you,
you told me dreams sometime come true,
and I'm dreaming of you...
~~Fiddler 04/20/2002
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