Jasmine Dreams

Oh, I’m going to meet you my fair Yasmin I’ll hug you, 'till you laugh Oh, I’d want to meet you in mad Mumbai, beneath the orange sky If I could I bring with me a ticket or three I’d wrap you up, the kids in tow I’d take you home with me. We’d turn our backs on the city life on men we’d find a place where we’d be safe a place where writers blend beneath a sky of blue We women four would grow and grow we’d be most famous you’d see cause there’s nothing to compare to show I care, than to have you here Yasmin. Debbie Guzzi