Dreams built on vapors in morning light,
the angel's lend their wings,
beating a whisper in the wind as they go,
the dreams of my own, glitter bright as the morning sun.

Scarlet drops of dew fill up my vision,
the wind sings as the blades of grass dance along.
I'm starting to breathe the happiness into me,
I have forgotten the last dark clouds beyond the horizon,
I've seen the coming life in the bird's morning song.