Words and Music by Bob Ryan (C)1981
Recorded in 1995 at Lakewood Media Recording Studios.
Recording Engineer: Ric Johnson
Produced by Bob Ryan
Players:
Eugene Smith: Drums and Percussion.
Mike Ward: Bass, Harmonica and Harmony Vocals.
Laurel DeWitt: Keyboards.
Auberte Campeau: Additional Percussion.
Bob Ryan: Acoustic Guitar and Lead Vocals.
Lyrics
Dreaming of a world, tall images of man
In a cosmic sense we’re over the fence and gone
In the blazing sun all hopes are one and real
And this dream becomes the waking hours of day
And the old clichés all wisp away in time
And the journey hence fulfils your very thoughts
You’re the pilot now, set your course and fly
Take an upward course to the land of realised goals
Now we have a dream - we just can’t sit here!
Got to get to work, beat that cold dark fear
Of trying a new thing under a new bright sun
Gird up the loins of endeavour
‘cause you know you’re the one
That’s dreaming of a world, tall images of man
In a cosmic sense we’re over the fence and gone
In the blazing sun all hopes are one and real
And this dream becomes
the waking hours of day