Из альбома: Perfect Angel
(M. Riperton, R. Rudolph)
The ripples run into the sun, and your smile blends with the clouds that flutter by me,
As I sit on the edge of a dream; What do I see? What do I see?
I see the children playing in the sun, and there is love enough for each and every one...
As I sit on the edge of a dream, that's what I see! That's what I see...
Things that might be, if we look, we just might see;
Paint the world so brightly, let our freedom ring...
Merry-go-round without a sound, I hear your song in the breeze that rock-a-byes me,
As I sit on the edge of a dream; What do I see? What do I see?
Mmm, I see the Lord inside of everyone; can it be my dream will really come?
As I sit on the edge of a dream, that's what I see! That's what I see...
Things that might be, if we look, we just might see;
Paint the world so brightly, let our freedom ring...
And here comes the morning sun; I wonder if my dream will really come...
As I sit on the edge of a dream, that's what I see! That's what I see...