If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world

If I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea

I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody

And let you dream away till the morning light returned again

To take you away from me



If I could speak with the tongues of the masters of old

If I could tame all the fleeting perceptions I hold

Would I stand in the marketplace before

To be shouted down without any warning at all, to be stood by the wall

And shot by the man in blue



If I could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion

If I could fly like the great silver jets in the morning

If I caused the wind to change with one wave of my hand

And if I could play the final symphony and set it free

Would it mean anything to you



If I could stand like a rusty old man in his armor

If I could ride the steed that he rode in his time

I would turn his head away to the river

And let him wander through the meadow grass, wild and free

For everyone to see



If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world

If I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea

I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody

And let you dream away till the morning light returned again

To take you away from me