And I dream of a bright and beautiful place

Where the sky is all blue and the clouds are like lace

And out of the lace flies a bright yellow bird

And he sings the sweetest song I ever heard.

I dream about the valley where I was born

Where the fields are spread out like a

quilt on the ground

Over the valley and up all around

I sit at my window and watch the gray sky

I hear the dark clouds as they mumble by

And I lie in the green grass on a bright yellow morn

And I long for the valley where I was born.