. Oh girlfriend, I still remember your dreams. A simple house, a couple of kids. You married young in a fairytale dress. But the boy you loved never grew up a man. Now life is nothing like the dreams
mean. When you say Way above, where the north winds blow. We will watch out afar to the valley below. Oh, Jacqueline I know. Oh, Jacqueline I know A pattern of the ways it seems. That's the way it
