The world is full of beautiful things, but it's always fairytale kids.
And each new day undoubtedly brings still more beautiful things.
The world abounds with many delights, magical flecks, fanciful sights.
And those who dream on beautiful nights, dream of beautiful dreams.
Beautiful days of sun-kissed flowers, beautiful sea-kissed breeze.
Beautiful nights of moon-kissed hours, beautiful dreams.
Like the glow of sunset.
In the summer skies, the golden flicker of the fireflies.
The gleam of love-light in your lovely eyes, those are the things I love.
I love New York in June, how about you?
And I like a back rack too.
How about you?
Oh yes I do.
I love a fireside, when a storm is due.
I like potato chips.
Moonlight and motor trips.
An early morning hike.
A rented town and bike.
Evening summer breeze.
With a warm blade of a metal glove.
Icy finger waves.
Sea trails down a mountainside.
Snowlight in Vermont.
A small cafe.
A park across the way.
There's a children's carousel.
A chestnut tree.
A wishing well.
And lots of other beautiful things.
Butterfly wings.
Fairy tale kings.
The world is full of beautiful things.
Beautiful people.
Beautiful people.
Beautiful people like you.
A beautiful person like you.
Beautiful people like you.