The fragile gentle butterfly with multi-coloured wings
Settles on the toadstools in the midst of fairy rings
Midsummer sounds of tinkle bells as sweet Titania sings.
Or am I drea__ming
And I will have a castle with a drawbridge and a moat
And light my open fires with a brand new five pound note
And go off on a winter cruise in a bright red sailing boat.
Or am I drea__ming
Pick the golden casket, and you'll get what you deserve
Yards of pure white chiffon, falling in a graceful curve
Crystal clear cut chandeliers, orchids in a bowl
Mulled wine by the fire, and the finest ermine stole.
The water melon moon makes gentle progress in the sky
Upside down it's floating, as the satellites go by
And you can hold a conversation, if you're not too high.
Or am I drea__ming
The magic mountain music man is really rather shy