| Lyrics: | (tom springfield)
(the springfields)
I wander the streets
And the gay
crowded places
Trying to forget you
But somehow it seems
That my thoughts ever
stray
To our last sweet embraces
Over the sea on the island of dreams
High in
the sky is a bird on a wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing
crowd
Please carry me with you
Again i would wander
Where memories enfold
me
There on the beautiful island of dreams
High in the sky is a bird on the
wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me
with you
Again i would wander
Where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful
island of dreams
Far far away on the island of dreams |
