It is a sweet ballad that builds up to a rousing crescendo complete with backing instruments. However, it loses to 'My Lovely Horse'.
When I was young, I had a dream
And though the dream was very small,
It wouldn`t leave me.
To be a beggar for a fee
To play the poet or the fool
And now you see me.
And now the miracle is mine
And fault and the war begun
And now there`s nothing left to hide,
And now I`ve nothing left but time,
Still I reach out through this empty life.