Dreams

Words & Music: Pat Drummond (3.36)

For Cindy Maree Dunford and Tony Summers

Datelines; The Golden Dog Hotel, Glenreagh, NSW 28/8/96 and Forster, NSW 1/9/96

She had golden tresses and a pure white dress

and there was satin down the seams.

She was ever the light of her daddy's eye

but tonight she was his Queen.

And she seemed to shine just like an opal mined

out of every miner's dreams.

Lightning Ridge has got an Opal Queen.

Lord, she's the toast of the social scene!

It was an FJ Bonnet that they put her up on

and it was ninety in the shade;

and they rolled her on down through the red dirt town

through the middle of the big parade.

Now it's ten years later and she's working as the barmaid

up here in Glenreagh;

Just a snow white dress in a faded photo frame.

Chorus; Everybody's got a dream, it's true.

It may not seem that much to you,

but you are wrong if think

the song belongs to the chosen few.

The passion and the power and the hope and the grace,

are written in the lines of the average face.

You may never know just what a moment means,

Till you look at it through someone else's dreams.

Now he still talks about the year that The Hawks

won fourteen on the trot.

He was the fullback then, a much younger man

and, Lord, that team was hot!

He talks with pride of the runaway try

when the crowd cried out his name

and it's just football boots in a faded photo frame.

Chorus:

So every year we come up here

and we kid ourselves we're stars.

We watch from the wings while the pretty young things

take home all the Gold Guitars!

The Old Folks talk about the last good tour

and the fleeting face of fame.

It's just cowboy boots in a faded photo frame.

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