Tell Me a Story

So the young boy proceeded
To climb up the stairs
With a candle he held in the dark
Up to the second floor

And then entering the corridor
His own shadow on the walls
He slightly pushed the door to the room
Where the old man layed to rest

The Old Man: "Tell me - you dream of beautiful things
sometimes, don't you?"
The Young Boy: "Of course I dream!"
The Old Man: "And you do believe in dreams..."
The Young Boy: "Of course I do. We all dream..."
A Crowd Of Kids: "We do it - we do it all the time!"

Oh, tell me
Tell me a story of love
Would you tell me a story

Oh, tell me
Tell me a story of dreams
Of dreams gone forever

Oh, tell me
Tell me a story of love
Would you tell me a story

Oh, tell me
Tell me a story of dreams
Of dreams long gone

And in the center of the small room
Covered by the sheets
The old man with a sparkle in his eyes
Made a gesture of the hand

So, coming closer to the large bed
With his eyes wide awake
The little boy reached out for the hand
A hand of a hundred years

The Old Man: "Tell me - you dream of beautiful things
sometimes, don't you?"
The Young Boy: "Of course I dream!"
The Old Man: "And you do believe in dreams..."
The Young Boy: "Of course I do. We all dream..."
A Crowd Of Kids: "We do it - we do it all the time!"

Oh, tell me
Tell me a story of love
Would you tell me a story of...

Oh, tell me
Tell me a story of dreams
Of dreams gone forever

Oh, tell me
Tell me a story of love
Would you tell me a story

Oh, tell me
Of dreams long gone
Of dreams gone forever
Would you tell me, oh tell me

Tell me
Tell me a story of dreams
Of dreams long gone