Dreaming of Singing (song)

*To a slow jazz tune*

Last night
I was dreaming
I was singing
not on Broadway
or a big stage
just somewhere
with ears to hear
Maybe quivre’n with fear
like me
like me.

I was dreaming
I was singing
like I use to
in a small school
strong with youth.
In perfect harmony
all my friends and me
For the sake
of a song
where we all belong
all along.

(chorus)
But I’m not singing
No, I am living,
a busy mother
lover
daughter
and worker
in silence.

But…
I was dreaming
I was singing
and every note
every hope
came out clear.
And I was breathing again
of skies and mountains
and dreams
as far as the eyes
could see.

(Chorus)
But I’m not singing
no, I am living.
A busy mother
lover
daughter
and worker
in silence.

I’m still breathing!
So I’m not singing.
Not with things to do
and bills to rue
and homes to cover
and children to mother
how could I bother
singing?

But I’m still dreaming.

 

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