Lyrics
No money makers, no promise breakers.
People might have to dig for gold.
People might line up just to hold
onto a dream I had about love,
where there was you and there was me
and there were the little ones,
and the hope was running free.
Bring the books and the instruments
and some blankets might be good.
And we'll bring some water,
and we'll bring a lot of love.
And in this dream I had about life,
well, there was you and there was me
and there were the little ones,
and the hope was running free.
