Speaking of dreams
Here we are in the glistening streets of gay Paris
Playing the Gypsy Kings
After the rain and taking tea
At the Ritz in boots and jeans
With a teenage girl who said that it would be
Her grandest dream
And speaking of dreams
I really must say I couldn't have dreamed you up
Not the way you burst into my life Rattled
my cage and woke my sleeping demons up
You were not yet born
When my career began in 59
We're a sign of the times Who cares if you are a breath of spring
And I am vintage wine We come from two different worlds
Like every other couple on the Rue de Rivoli
You spent your youth in the rain forests of distant Cameroon
Your father was a navy captain I am
the queen of hearts and the daughter of
the moon
Speaking of dreams You took me to see
The paintings of Pogogane
Speaking of dreams
Speaking of dreams
We stood in the midst of waterfalls
Flaming trees,
golden knobs And shining Tahitian ladies
But it was you,
not Pogogane Stopped my heart and then started my life over again
And if you feel as I do We've erased the lines between reality and
all our painted dreams Take me down to where the gypsies sing the
songs their mothers knew Tie bright ribbons in my hair
Lean on the wind and watch me while I dance for you
And carry me off to the rain forests of distant Cameroon
Tell me that you've always known That I am the
queen of hearts and the daughter of the moon