This is my dream
I had of the country
And it takes me on down
Through the lakes of Champaign

Nearer or farther
On the path in the meadow
Always in front of me
That house by the road

Some people say
When you get there it’s over
But these fields that I walk upon
Say the journey is now

Hair in my eyes
Autumn comes quickly
And the birds chase the butterflies
On these warm hills of gold

Then you awaken those things you left vacant
And tell me stories of you
Then you unbridle those gifts that you cherish
And unlatch trapdoors of you

Music unfolds me and sends me shivers
We dance across these swinging bridges sway

This is my dream
I had of the country
And it takes me on down
Through the lakes of Champaign

Nearer or farther
On the path in the meadow
Always in front of me
That house by the road

I remember the hayride
I remember the snowfall
I remember the solitude of untouched youth

I remember the smell of leaves
On those crisp misty mornings
I remember our reflections
As we walked along the stream

Then you awaken those things you left vacant
And tell me stories of you
Then you unbridle those gifts that you cherish
And unlatch trapdoors of you

Music unfolds me and sends me shivers
We dance across these swinging bridges sway

This is my dream
I had of the country
And it takes me on down
Through the lakes of Champaign

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