Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said as she tucked me in real tight and kissed my sleepy head you will see stars of bright and little angels baking bread there upon a cloud, a Pegasus with wings of finest thread Dreams are made for human bodies full of goodness, light you can get there if you try and wish with all your might you'll see blueberry moons with eyes that wink so bright magic swords with pixie dust, that never fear the night Fairies will rock you in their cradles by their garden nook while you sleep five winks and create with just one look up here you can be a butterfly lost in the winds of chinook reveal most anything, you're transparent as an open book Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said as she tucked me in I fell asleep, with angels in my head.