In a Flying Dream

Words and music by Bill Price

All was well as night came creeping
Far below a midnight moon
And all was well 'til I rose sleeping
High above the room

In a flying dream, I flew above the ocean
In a flying dream, the black knight walked away
In a flying dream, Woody Guthrie, he was a saint
Picasso was king for a day

In a flying dream, Custer was a poet
In a flying dream, Little Big Horn was a band
In a flying dream, Napoleon conquered his fear instead
China's Great Wall was only sand
In a flying dream

Time will tell if my weightless journey
If motion, space and an inkwell sky
Are mine to call when I'm yours and yearning
With a bird's unnoticed eye

In a flying dream, Memphis was holy
In a flying dream, the Wrights were wrong about the plane
In a flying dream, Alexander, he wasn't so great
Elizabeth Cotten was a household name

In a flying dream, I flew above the ocean
In a flying dream, you never walked away
In a flying dream, I swear that you were a saint
And I was your king to the light of day
In a flying dream

© 2009 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)