The City Of My Dreams

The City of my Dreams S. Dunér ©

The city of my dreams is still the way it was.

The city of my dreams – incapable of washing away

The teardrops from my chin,

The raindrops from the sky.

City of my dreams is passing by.

Never can let go of this city made of dreams.

The streets are full of ghosts that never seem to leave.

The city of my dreams,

The city of my dreams,

This city made of dreams,

Is still inside my dreams.

This city made of dreams,

This city made of hearts –

This city’s on my mind,

City one of a kind.

The city of my dreams I never can forget.

On the streets it´s pouring rain keeping pavements wet.

Make flowers growing old,

Singing songs that have been told.

City of my dreams I still recall.

Remember walking down this

Avenue so long.

The burning sun so kind

While listening to the songs of

This city made of dreams,

This city made of hearts,

This city’s on my mind,

City one of a kind.

I always can recall,

The memories left behind,

This city’s on my mind,

Its oh so sweet and sound.

The city of my dreams is still waiting,

The city of my dreams is still waiting,

The city of my dreams is still waiting,

For me.