I knew a man, he had a handful of dreams
He said it started as a boy
The first one came when he learned that love was a good thing that he would soon enjoy
As time would pass he'd share his tales when he'd sing
No matter where the story'd go
Through fields and forests we would follow his journey
What's next? No one knows
Not one more thing could brighten his day
A wind would blow a storm to strengthen his steed
And a breeze would lead him where to go
Over hills surprised and thrilled to a castle of beauty
A princess lured him from the window
Not one more thing could brighten his day
Not one more thing could blow him away