There you stand in your dungarees,
lookin all grown up and so very pleased.
When you write your poems they have so much to say,
when you speak your dreams it takes my breath away.
Ya know I wanna be a ball player,
a regular sluggin fool.
But I guess our dreams must wait awhile,
until we finish school.

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And so you and I,
we watch our years go by.
We watch our sweet dreams fly far away (away) but maybe someday,
I don't know when,
but we will dream again
and we'll be happy then until our time just drifts away.

There you stand in your wedding dress,
you're so beautiful I must confess
I m so proud you have chosen me,
when a doctor is what you wanna be.
Ya know I wanna be a painter girl,
a real artistic snob.
But I guess we'll have our children first,
you'll find a home I'll get a job.

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Listen the seasons passing, listen to the wind blow.
Listen to the children laughing, where do broken dreams go?

There you stand in your tailored suit,
so many years gone by, but your still so cute.
You take the car to go and meet the bus,
when our grandchildren come to visit us.
And you say you shoula been a ballerina babe,
there are songs I shoulda sung,
But I guess our dreams have come and gone.
You're supposed to dream when you are young.

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