All my sweetest dreams are filled with you and I Pouring it out every morning I find want An ever growing desire and longing to go to Lists mounting always higher of what I wish to do To hold you in my arms, simply to be with Journey every shadow just to find you Hold your hand no matter what Be it winter, summer, fall, or spring Whatever the storm and sunshine does As long as I know I shall be with Topaz brown eyes, gaze of my love the Smile, laughter, and your mouth of cherry To kiss, embrace, sleep, and dream under the trees
Golden Shovel form Taken from "Every Day You Play" by Pablo Neruda