Upon the Hill

I sat in amazement upon the hill of my own world watching white snow clouds drift by me I was lost in my own fantasy of dreams when you took my breathe away that day I turned my head and looked real close when much to my surprise, you were the very one, I dreamed of day and night I then began to cry and wonder why you came that day I said to myself is this really reality or is this just another bad deal I've never believed in fairy tales or in happily ever afters, I've never chased my dreams even though they seemed real to me I could hear a voice telling me the pot of gold is waiting for you just believe, then receive I knew then that you were real I will continue to be that dreamer, I will wait for you upon the hill of my own fantasy world