My heart you fed My heart you fed What a dream they had Through the lake down the hill She said my heart My heart you fed So he's still willing to do it again A nightingale running across the sky He lose himself touching her hair Thy cure I try Nobody except him will bring her to the fair A gentle flea fondled her skin He breathed it away with kind regard Your love will win Nothing from now will be as hard she said Dream is lost with many others in a flow What a dream they had Through the lake down the hill She said my heart My heart you fed So he's still willing to do it again Two little birds full of beliefs Softly laid down in the straw They said no more No more griefs Their dream is going to grow some more Some more Dream is lost with many others in a flow Mine is lost with many others in a flow