Sweet Dream
Billy Falcon
Mornin’ by the blue sea, two wooden chairs in the sand
French bread and black coffee, butter and strawberry jam
Sun on her skin, salt in the wind
She’s holdin’ on to my hand, whisperin’ kiss me again
Oh, what a sweet dream
Fishin’ boats in the distance, dragging their nets from the tide
Sundown on the water, beauty runnin’ out of time
Cloud in the sky, tear in her eyes
And she’s holdin’ on to my hand, whisperin’ kiss me again
Oh, what a sweet dream
I don’t know what day it is, and I couldn’t care less
She’s down by the water in a white cotton dress
I run down to meet her; she says “I must look a mess”
And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful
And she’s holdin’ on to my hand, whisperin’ kiss me again
Oh, what a sweet dream
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