(Tom Springfield)

 

(The Springfields)

 

I wander the streets

And the gay crowded places

Trying to forget you

But somehow it seems

That my thoughts ever stray

To our last sweet embraces

Over the sea on the island of dreams

 

High in the sky is a bird on a wing

Please carry me with you

Far far away from the mad rushing crowd

Please carry me with you

 

Again I would wander

Where memories enfold me

There on the beautiful island of dreams

 

High in the sky is a bird on the wing

Please carry me with you

Far far away from the mad rushing crowd

Please carry me with you

 

Again I would wander

Where memories enfold me

There on the beautiful island of dreams

Far far away on the island of dreams