David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

I Dreamed a Dream


I dreamed a dream in nights gone by
Of sailing ships and of the seagulls cry
Of the setting sun late in the afternoon
And a starry night and a rising moon.

And of mermaids singing their sweet song
High above where the albatross throng
Where the sea laps on the wooden bow
And sailors mop a salty brow.

Of rigging singing as the wind did blow
With sailors working on the deck below
And of tall masts with a full set of sails
The captain with a spyglass looking out for whales.

I dreamed a dream in nights gone by
Of sailing ships and of the seagulls cry.
Theses dreams with a vivid colour of life,
Make a pleasant break from life’s trouble and strife.

Submitted: Sunday, April 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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I dreamed a dream in time gone by when life was sweet and life worth living

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