"Dandelion, my you're flying high"

Carrying my dreams all over the sky

From your window on the wind you go

Sometimes I wonder how much you know

Every wish I sent with you has lost its way

Every time it happens just the same

"Wish I knew the reason for your kind of teasing games, so"



"Dandelion, when my dreams have gone, can I go on?"

I'm not sure that I believe in wishing wells

Coins and fountains never was my style

Though I know the ropes I've tried to keep my hopes high for

"Dandelion, when my dreams are gone"

"Can I go on, Dandelion?  Can I go on, Dandelion?"