If I could only dream what dreams can do,
Then I would walk where walker\'s hearts are true;
Where life is beautiful, that grief is washed away:
As in a dream, whose wings are lace to carry silver in,
We\'d dreaming dance before the rain, leave love and tarry sin--
If I could only long enough to see my heart to you,
an\' I too be glad that we will lie as deaders moved,
Then we could be as falling drops, from sun to rainy day
Whose life is joy, at little cost, and leaves no pain to stay