There was once this city of joy,
Of warm thoughts and dreams oh boy,
As she wandered down the lane,
she saw the lad and a young one he was
Brash and confidence to the brim,
As he bragged and bragged of what it seemed,
Was his dream of money I wager,
He thought he had it all laid out
A welcoming thought that,
when he said to me I bet you do that too,
what seemed to be lost to me then,
Hit me when I thought of it thence
Why I didn't take offence then,
Is part of folklore and when,
I roamed the streets free as a lark,
Is when I found my calling and stark
When we touch the core of heart,
and what touches it is when we find,
Our dreams have matured since then,
I no longer run, I feel and then decide
Whether I will be by the side
Of the one who I know still knows me
Friend, today you rule that part
That people call the heart
Of warm thoughts and dreams oh boy,
As she wandered down the lane,
she saw the lad and a young one he was
Brash and confidence to the brim,
As he bragged and bragged of what it seemed,
Was his dream of money I wager,
He thought he had it all laid out
A welcoming thought that,
when he said to me I bet you do that too,
what seemed to be lost to me then,
Hit me when I thought of it thence
Why I didn't take offence then,
Is part of folklore and when,
I roamed the streets free as a lark,
Is when I found my calling and stark
When we touch the core of heart,
and what touches it is when we find,
Our dreams have matured since then,
I no longer run, I feel and then decide
Whether I will be by the side
Of the one who I know still knows me
Friend, today you rule that part
That people call the heart
