My Daddy brought home a photograph from the paper yesterday It showed a line of wagons movin' someplace far away That picture made my daddy smile, it made my Momma cry It seems like Daddy's wagon load of dreams had long since passed her by But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true Well he talked on all through supper time 'bout the good prospector's life Couldn't see Momma didn't wanna be no good prospector's wife He said, "We best sell out and go before the weather turns too cold And maybe buy ourselves an extra horse to carry all the gold" But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true And I got up as soon as the first light came to start the mornin' fire Wonderin' if my Momma's will had cooled that man's desire And inside that stove upon the coals, an ashen paper lay It was a ghostly line of wagons, movin' someplace far away And the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true Oh, be careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true © FORESHADOW SONGS, INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com