Last night, I heard this beautiful voice...
Carol Kidd—When I Dream

I could build a mansion that is higher than the trees,
I could have all the gifts I want and never ask please.
I could fly to Paris, it’s at my beck and call,
Why do I live my life alone with nothing at all?

But when I dream, I dream of you.
Maybe someday you will come true.

I can be the singer or the clown in any role,
I can call up someone to take me to the moon,
I can put my makeup on and drive the men insane,
I can go to bed alone and never know his name.

But when I dream, I dream of you. Maybe someday you will come true.
But when I dream, I dream of you. Maybe someday you will come true.