(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)
There on a lonely desert hill-top
the pilgrims huddle closer
Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine
the arc of space and time
VERSE II:
Truth, all the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
the hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
one day you'll come...
CHORUS:
In my hear I'll reach you
In my heart I'll reach out to you
In my heart I touched the face of God
In my dreams somehow
SOLO
It's all a dream
REPEAT CHORUS
It's all a dream somehow
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