Speaking of dreams

Speaking of dreamsHere we are in the glistening streets of Gay PareePlaying the Gipsy KingsAfter the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeansWith a teenage girl who said that it would be her grandest dreamAnd speaking of dreams, I really must sayI couldn't have dreamed you upNor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cageAnd woke my sleeping demons up

You were not yet bornWhen my career began in '59We're a sign of the timesWho cares if you are a breath of spring and I am vintage wineWe come from two different worldsLike every other couple on the Rue de RivoliYou spent your youth in the rainforests of distant CamaroonYour father was a Navy captain, I am the Queen of HeartsAnd the daughter of the moon

Speaking of dreamsYou took me to see the paintings of Paul GaughinSpeaking of dreamsWe stood in the midst of waterfalls, flaming treesGolden dogs and shining Tahitian ladiesBut it was you, not Paul GaughinWho stopped my heart and thenStarted my life over again

And if you feel as I doThat we've erased the lines between realityAnd all our painted dreamsThen take me down to where the Gipsies singThe songs their mothers knewTie bright ribbons in my hairLean on the wind and watch me while I dance for you

And carry me off to the rainforests of distant CamaroonTell me that you've always know thatI am the Queen of HeartsAnd the daughter of the moon