One day she saw me like a memory
One day she saw me like a memory
And I called to her
I called
Like I was dreaming
Like I was dreaming
Like I was dreaming a beautiful dream
That little house
Looks just like the house
My grandmother lived in when she was a girl
It was way out in the country
On a hill full of daisies
With apple trees growing all around
One day she saw me like a memory
One day she saw me like a memory
And I called to her
I called
Like I was dreaming
Like I was dreaming
Like I was dreaming a beautiful dream