Fantasy Song Would it be the simplest dream to want to see each day through the eyes of a child who looks at life as play? Would it be the sweetst wish to want to sail the seas aboard a purple cardboard boat on waves of fantasy? Would it be the nicest hope to scale a mountain top upon a silly Billy goat Through skies that never stop? Would it be the highest height where eagles dare not play to climb above the cotton clouds and drink the Milky Way? Would it be the truest faith to never know of lies believing everything they hear with wondrous trusting eyes? Could it be that children are the happiest of man? for if their worlds should tumble down they build them up, again.
