I was walking in my field of dreams,
This place where I can be anything.

Walking beside whispering streams,
I love to hear those sounds it brings.

Walk with me among the wild flowers,
It is here I could spend so many hours.

Dreaming that you are here with me.

Birds sing sweetly in this field of dreams,
But only we dreamers hear them it seems.

In my field of dreams I can feel you close,
In my mind you're here, I like that most.

Your smiling face shines so clear in my mind,
As you hold me close in this dreamland of mine.

A fantasy of a hug in your loving arms,
A dream that lives in your real charms.

The gentle sweetness of your dreamy kisses,
Is made in my field of dreams, naughty wishes.

Buzzing hives of bees are very busy here too,
Gathering nectar for honey as sweet as you.

Walking in this field of my most secret dreams,
Is the only place where our love always gleams.

It only comes as a dream in my mind,
A place that only daring to dream I find.

Succulent are this field of dreams sweet kisses,
Making this dream real being one of my wishes.

You can make wishes too wish it seems.
We all must have our own field of dreams.