By Bobby Lynn Long
He was known to some men as a dreamer, 'tho some used other names-
They could not see his soul ran free, he sought not wealth or fame-
And while others would dream common dreams, of wealth, a house, or car
This man, he dreamed of larger things, such as reaching for the stars-
And others watched as he chased his dreams to far and distant lands-
They knew not what it was that drove him on, they could not understand
That he was born a dreamer, and there's too few of them around-
While others watch as their dreams die, it's the dreamer who'll build the towns-
It's the dreamer who landed upon the moon, the dreamer who wins the race
The dreamer who discovers miracles, and the dreamer who'll see God's face
And maybe he will find it, this dream he seeks to find
but even if he does not, the world is better for his kind-
'Cause without dreamers there would be no dreams, no heroes brave and bold-
And we might still think the world is flat, without the dreamer and his soul-
So, this is for you dreamers, the one's today and the one's long gone
Thanks so much for all your dreams, 'cause it's the singer, not the song-
And it's also for my brother Bill, who taught me what it is to dream-
And that much of life is fantasy, and never what it seems-
And it's for the ones who gave up on their dreams, in hope, that they will see-
Dreams can come true, they sometimes do, but first you must believe.
Copyright 2000 Bobby Long
