You and I, we weave our dreams,

In black and white,

On paper,

In the dead of night.

You and I, we weave our dreams,

On ancient sand,

On barks of trees

Throughout the land.

You and I, we weave our dreams,

Lonely each, by firelight,

We hope that with each breaking dawn

Our dreams will bring us to the light.

You and I, we weave our dreams,

And, to me, it always seems,

That we must really just believe,

Hold our dreams, and never grieve.

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Owain Glyn