When I was a young boy I dreamed a young boy’s dreams,
Hoped a young boy’s hopes, schemed a young boy’s schemes.
I could be a cowboy, play baseball at the Met,
I could sail among the silver clouds piloting a jet.
Whatever I wanted was what my life would be
And the world was smiling just for me.
As I grew older priorities rearranged
And like softly falling raindrops my visions slowly changed.
When I was a young man I dreamed a young man’s dreams,
Hoped a young man’s hopes, schemed a young man’s schemes.
I would be a rich man, playing a rich man’s game
Basking in the limelight of my fortune and my fame.
Everything I wanted would become reality
And the world was smiling just for me.
As I grew older priorities rearranged
And like snow before the westwind my visions swiftly changed.
Now that I am forty I dream much older dreams,
My hope is in my children, I have no faith in schemes.
I am just a worker, a husband and a dad
But my life is still better than the best dream that I had.
I am surrounded by a loving family
And the world is smiling just for me.
Copyright © 2002 James Schaefer
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Last updated Sunday, August 20, 2006.
