Or Am I Dreaming

The fragile gentle butterfly with multi-coloured wings

Settles on the toadstools in the midst of fairy rings

Midsummer sounds of tinkle bells as sweet Titania sings.

Or am I dreaming

Or am I dreaming?

And I will have a castle with a drawbridge and a moat

And light my open fires with a brand new five pound note

And go off on a winter cruise in a bright red sailing

boat.

Pick the golden casket

And you'll get what you deserve

Yards of pure white chiffon

Falling in a graceful curve

Crystal clear cut chandeliers

Orchids in a bowl

Mulled wine by the fire

And the finest ermine stole.

The water melon moon makes gentle progress in the sky

Upside down it's floating as the satellites go by

And you can hold a conversation if you're not too high.

The magic mountain music man

Is really rather shy

Or am I dreaming?