A Dream Of Paradise

I had a dream, That I had died. And a hundred mockingbirds, Came from on high, And carried me, up to the clear blue skies. They flew me then, On to paradise. The mockingbirds began to sing. And out flew a million butterflies, So much wonder passed before my eyes. A peaceful feeling, Was in my soul. Fruit trees and flowers all around. The streets were beautiful, made of gold, There was only warmth, no more cold. And I was happy, There in paradise. But the mockingbirds singing, Made me open my eyes. So I looked out my window, and smiled at the skies.