The Marching Dream - Suzanne Vega
I have dreamed that many men
Have marched across this field
I have wished that I could take each one
And hold him against the flame in my heart
I had a dream that my face was old
And all the children came to see
First they laughed and then they ran
And I slammed the door behind them
And as tha tears began to rise you climbed the stairs
You came into my arms where I was waiting there
Now I have dreamed of all men's arms
But this time it was you
I drew the curtains and it was dark
And it was strange and it was new
I have wished thal I could hear each secret told
By lovers in the battle with each shade of red and gold
I have wished that I could take each man and hold him to the flame
And read the secret writing there and know each one by name
I have dreamed that many men
Have marched across this field
I have wished that I could pour my life into each one
Listening, listening, listening
© 1984 By Suzanne Vega