To climb up the stairs

With a candle he held in the dark

Up to the second floor



And then entering the corridor

His own shadow on the walls

He slightly pushed the door to the room

Where the old man layed to rest



The Old Man: “Tell me - you dream of beautiful things sometimes, don't you?”

The Young Boy: “Of course I dream!”

The Old Man: “And you do believe in dreams.....”

The Young Boy: “Of course I do. We all dream....”

A Crowd Of Kids: “We do it - we do it all the time!”



(CHORUS)

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of love

Would you tell me a story



Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of dreams

Of dreams gone forever



Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of love

Would you tell me a story



Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of dreams

Of dreams long gone



And in the center of the small room

Covered by the sheets

The old man with a sparkle in his eyes

Made a gesture of the hand



So, coming closer to the large bed

With his eyes wide awake

The little boy reached out for the hand

A hand of a hundred years



The Old Man: “Tell me - you dream of beautiful things sometimes, don't you?”

The Young Boy: “Of course I dream!”

The Old Man: “And you do believe in dreams.....”

The Young Boy: “Of course I do. We all dream....”

A Crowd Of Kids: “We do it - we do it all the time!”



(CHORUS)

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of love

Would you tell me a story of....



Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of dreams

Of dreams gone forever



Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of love

Would you tell me a story



Oh, tell me

Of dreams long gone

Of dreams gone forever

Would you tell me, oh tell me



Tell me

Tell me a story of dreams

Of dreams long gone

.........



						     



						     Thanks to The Proud Canadian