Dream Of Dreams

There is a mountain, higher than a hill, and all alone I will climb its high peak in the snowfall of the February chill. And when I arrive at the summit up and beyond the rainbow's hue I will enter the gold and silver gates where swiftly I'll be searching for you. When our eyes meet from a distance infused with emotion we both will be and the 'Song of Songs' will take over sung so sweetly and tenderly: 'Arise oh my darling, come hither to me Let me see your dear face, feel your embrace. I have climbed a high mountain for thee, two hearts together is how it should be.'