See the young lad, on the carpet,
    Playing with his little toy.
Did you notice, how he's dreamin'
    That he's not a little boy?

And - his sister, with a rag-doll,
    Softly sings a lullaby;
As she's sharing, love and comfort,
    Dreamin' through a mother's eye.

They're - Dreamin', - - Dreamin',
    Escaping from reality.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'.
    A world the heart, alone, can see.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'.
    A part of life that helps us through each day.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'
    Thank The Lord for makin' us that way.

Teenage daughter, on a first date;
    ...Spends the day before a mirror.
"Will he be, the one I marry?"
    She holds a dream that's very dear.

In their twenties, with a family,
    Bearing children of their own.
It's a struggle, saving pennies,
    That will someday buy a home.

They're - Dreamin', - - Dreamin',
    Escaping from reality.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'.
    A world the heart, alone, can see.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'.
    A part of life that helps us through each day.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'
    Thank The Lord for makin' us that way.

In their forties.... Dreams accomplished.
    Things aren't always what they seem.
With the mid-years, comes confusion.
    Time to find another dream.

In a rest-home, from a wheel-chair,
    Through a window, at the sky;
Aged memories, conversations
    With the ones from years gone by.

They're - Dreamin', - - Dreamin',
    Escaping from reality.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'.
    A world the heart, alone, can see.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'.
    A part of life that helps us through each day.
Dreamin', - - Dreamin'
    Thank The Lord for makin' us that way.