I knew the story, right from the start
                he'd let me go, he'd break my heart,
                he'd let me be, he'd let me strive,
                but the dreamer could survive.
               
                Seasons will pass and life would get better,
                but I could not forget him.
                I close the window facing the city
                I think of him when days get old.
               
                A Dreamer's heart may stumble,
                but a dreamer's heart won't fall,
                because a dreamer's heart always awakens
                at the dawn of love's call.
               
                I'd let him go but life is hell,
                I see resistance slowly prevail.
                The Hudson grows quiet
                like a lonely widow,
                the waters are cold, but not my heart.
                The blush of dawn will touch the city
                and I'll wish him well before I'm gone.
               
                A Dreamer's heart may stumble,
                but a dreamer's heart won't fall,
                because a dreamer's heart always awakens
                at the dawn of love's call.
               
                I'll call tomorrow just to remind him
                Dreamer's are people with hearts of gold.
                But he's so strong and he's so humble,
                just couldn't tell him how I stumble.
               
                A Dreamer's heart may stumble,
                but dreamer's heart won't fall,
                because a dreamer's heart always awakens
                at the dawn of love's call.
               
                Mmmmmmmmmm......Dreamer's heart.........
                mmmmmmmmmm......I got a Dreamer's heart...
               
                By Silvana Krculic
                Krculic@DELLEPRO.com
from Brooklyn, NEW YORK, USA