Il testo della My dream

When i build my home,
That i shall have some day;
It'll be like i want it
Oh - and i mean that in every way.

I have yet to see any
That would cope with the style -
Of the house that i dream of;
That i'll build after a while.

The roof of it will have peak lines,
And contours that dip;
And form shadowy eaves,
Where the little raindrops can drip.

... that sweet pitter patter,
Of raindrops at play -
Is such a beautiful sound
On a quiet gloomy day.

You know, when the wind is high,
And the storm gods race,
And i'll be snugged up
By my fire-place.

Maybe feeding my little dog,
Or playing with my little cat.
But unconsciously yearning,
And wonderin' where you're at.

But when the meadow is shadowed
By that old sinking sun;
And the roses are bowing
For the dew drops to come;

At my old upright piano,
With pure ivory keys,
I'll just plunk out some vibrations
Of whatever i please.

Sometimes it'll be classics,
Sometimes lullabies;
But mostly rock n' roll
- that i'll surely improvise.

And with my favourite guitar,
I'll be just strummin' away
And bidding goodbye,
To another beautiful day.

A portrait of my angel,
That i love most of all -
I'll have painted from a snapshot
Onto my bedroom wall.

Where the suns warm rays,
And the moon's cold beam
Will cast her reflection,
As i lay there and dream.

You know, i can't deny
- but it makes me so sad,
When i think that i've lost
All that i could have had.

It was best for her -
And i guess i, i know;
That she measured my love -
And then asked me to go.

Then finally my house,
I will have it complete.
And i'll take up a smoke,
Sitting by the window sill.

And i'll read my many books
That i'll have in my bachelors nest;
While the sun goes drooping
- down in the west.

And i'll feel that gold,
Warm light on my face;
And then i'll start trippin'
To some far off place.

That through all of my travels,
I must have missed somewhere -
A place that i might find
My angel someday.

And i'll leave all that i have
To the gods, up above;
And go spend my life searching
For the angel, that i love.

For all of my dreams,
Would be but a souvenir;
Compared to the one
That i love so dear.