Into my dreams, I wandered
to see an old friend -
and there she was...
as if it were... just yesterday.
And sometimes in the morning
like two days just before
when everything was easy
I only had to blink
then I'd be day-dreaming...
as if it were... just yesterday.
Such simple thoughts
of what could have been
and the love of holding hands
in a world of make-believe
where if I reached out
she'd be there...
as if it were... just yesterday.
So sweet dreams are these
when she once thought of me
in her day-dreaming days
before all these years
have gone by -
but when I close my eyes
she's always there...
as if it were... just yesterday.
to see an old friend -
and there she was...
as if it were... just yesterday.
And sometimes in the morning
like two days just before
when everything was easy
I only had to blink
then I'd be day-dreaming...
as if it were... just yesterday.
Such simple thoughts
of what could have been
and the love of holding hands
in a world of make-believe
where if I reached out
she'd be there...
as if it were... just yesterday.
So sweet dreams are these
when she once thought of me
in her day-dreaming days
before all these years
have gone by -
but when I close my eyes
she's always there...
as if it were... just yesterday.
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