I once wove a beautiful dream 
Of a beautiful girl 
That I met when existence was grey 
A wonderful dream 
Of a wonderful girl 
And I knew that I'd nevermore stray.  

The sword of the fighter 
Is reddened with rust 
And the joy of the conflict is stale 
The wings of the drifter 
Are graying with rust 
Forgotten the songs of the trail.  

I loved as a man 
Who can love only one 
And my world was the depth of her eyes 
The beauty of earth 
Was her hair in the sun 
And the sound of her voice was my prize. 

I knew it was futile 
To love as I did 
I suppose I'll love on to the end 
I may have been foolish 
But she'll never know 
And at least I have found me a friend.  

         TVD