I dreamed a dream of my first born son Estranged from me for ten years or more I woke the next morning from tormented sleep To find him standing there at my door Oh! father be not a stranger to me Open your heart in my hour of need My body is broken my time is near And I'm trembling under this shadow of fear This sickness has taken my lover from me Has taken the life from the friends that were mine And now I must follow like many before Too many young men cut down in their prime And when I am dead and they lay me to rest Ask not for flowers to cover my grave Ask rather for riches to seek and to find A cure for my brothers, that they might be saved So remember me father with love in your heart I pray that it blooms with the pa**age of time Let love be your healer for love was my crime And now I'm a young man cut down in my prime I dreamed a dream, of my first born son