Chuck Berry My Dream
When I build my home,
That I shall have some day;
It'll be like I want it
Oh - and I mean that in every way.
I have yet to see any
that would cope with the style -
Of the house that I dream of;
That I'll build after a while.
The roof of it will have peak lines,
and contours that dip;
and form shadowy eaves,
where the little raindrops can drip.
... That sweet pitter patter,
of raindrops at play -
is such a beautiful sound
on a quiet gloomy day.
You know, when the wind is high,
And the storm gods race,
and I'll be snugged up
by my fire-place.
Maybe feeding my little dog,
or playing with my little cat.
But unconsciously yearning,
and wonderin' where you're at.
But when the meadow is shadowed
by that old sinking sun;
And the roses are bowing
for the dew drops to come;
At my old upright piano,
with pure ivory keys,
I'll just plunk out some vibrations
of whatever I please.
Sometimes it'll be classics,
sometimes lullabies;
But mostly rock n' roll
- that I'll surely improvise.
And with my favourite guitar,
I'll be just strummin' away
and bidding goodbye,
to another beautiful day.
A portrait of my angel,
That I love most of all -
I'll have painted from a snapshot
onto my bedroom wall.
Where the suns warm rays,
and the moon's cold beam
Will cast her reflection,
as I lay there and dream.
You know, I can't deny
- but it makes me so sad,
When I think that I've lost
All that I could have had.
It was best for her -
And I guess I, I know;
That she measured my love -
and then asked me to go.
Then Finally my house,
I will have it complete.
And I'll take up a smoke,
Sitting by the window sill.
And I'll read my many books
that I'll have in my bachelors nest;
While the sun goes drooping
- down in the west.
And I'll feel that gold,
warm light on my face;
And then I'll start trippin'
to some far off place.
That through all of my travels,
I must have missed somewhere -
A place that I might find
my angel someday.
And I'll leave all that I have
to the gods, up above;
and go spend my life searching
for the angel, that I love.
For all of my dreams,
would be but a souvenir;
compared to the one
that I love so dear.
