Fantasy Coming True

The sound of a river flowing heard close by,
The moonlight shining bright,
A face appears across the river,
A tall man with a voice so soothing,

Across the river to the man,
That sang the song so sweet,
The person I wish to meet,
Take a step to where he stood,

The man has disappeared,
He is gone,
And I fall to my knees,
And shed my tears,

A hand lays on my shoulder,
The warm touch of an angel I saw,
The man I saw before,
With eyes so blue,

And hair so gold,
The touch of his hand takes away all the cold,
Finally together,
We vow never to let go,

Off into the woods,
On a stallion,
A stallion he can only tame,
Off to a place where I shall never worry,

To a place where nothing's a game,
A place full of angels,
Off to my fantasy,
That is coming true.