That i would dream.

To who's fine world I owe this pleasure,  for touch and sight,  aren't  nigh...

And as I search I find most light,  in high-tops of the sky...
 

Fortune, glory,  stories old, I've had the leasure,  I've had the gold,

To who's ideal, that I would dream, of better days, than i had seen, 

for all the better days to come, I put my fine boots on to shine,

For any world,  that I could imagine, I am blessed,  for it is mine...