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My Dream - Chuck Berry
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
and 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.