| Impossible Dreamer |
| Daylight falls upon the path, the forest falls behind Today I am not prey to dark uncertainty The shadow trembles in its wrath, I've robbed its blackness blind And tasted sunlight as my fear came clear to me I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand Now the way leads to the hills, above the steeple's chime Below me sleepy rooftops round the harbor It's there I'll take my thirsty fill of friendship over wine Forgetting fear but never disregarding her Oh, I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones and sinking sand Sometimes voices in the night will call me back again Back along the pathway of a troubled mind When forests rise to block the light that keeps a traveler sane I'll challenge them with flashes from a brighter time Oh, I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand © 1969 Siquomb Publishing Corp. (BMI) |