Living A Dream

I walked up the hill, in the pink of dawn, through the morning dew, and birds sung.

And I looked back, at the cloud in the trees, hovering there.

And I felt the breeze, I'm living a dream, where beauty abounds

But the outside world is far too loud, and they say all in good time

or is it seize the day I guess each of us finds our way living a dream beauty

abound, but the outside world is far too loud. I want to be here, watch the sky

turn blue, but the should and the must fog up my view. There's anger and greed,

beyond the hill, lies and fear. How can I be still? I'm living a dream where beauty

abounds, but the outside world is far too loud. I'm living a dream

where beauty abounds, but the outside world is far too loud