I closed my eyes drew back the curtain 
to see for certain what I thought I knew. 
Far far away someone was weeping, 
but the world was sleeping, any dream will do. 

I wore my coat with golden lining, 
bright colours shinning wonderful and new. 
And in the east the dawn was breaking, 
and the world was waking, any dream will do. 

A crash of drums a flash of light, 
my golden coat flew out of sight. 
The colours faded into darkness, I was left alone. 

May I return, to the beginning, 
the light is dimming and the dream is too, 
the world and I, we are still waiting, 
still hesitating any dream will do, 
any dream will do, any dream will do.