I don't believe the sun could shine again,
Nor that the world would keep on turning
If it were not for all the dreams of men
The hoping, the longing, the yearning.
For what the poets said is true enough it seems
We are the substance and the stuff of dreams.
So dream your dreams and let them keep out the cold.
Dreaming dreams a heart can never grow old.
Give yourself a new mentality
What's so hot about reality?
Dream your dreams if it's the last thing you do.
Never mind if they don't ever come true.
Something grows from them at sight and gleaming,
The seed of magic lies in all our dreaming.