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If I was a farmer I’d plant me a garden

With wheat spun in fields of gold

With blankets of emerald green fistfuls of lettuce

And daggers of orange colored carrots in rows


If I was a pilot I’d buy me an airplane

And fly to the nations of old

With wings for my father’s homeland in Dakota

And mama’s sky blue Grecian waters foretold


There’s a hole in the sky where the dreamers can fly

To the places they’re longing to go

If you’re dreamin out loud with your head in a cloud

Find that dirt path to Graceland and follow the road


If I was a mother I’d love me a daughter

To have and most surely to hold

I’d tell her the world’s made of shadows and angels

And mirrors reflections reject what they’re told


If I was a writer I’d write me a love song

With ashes of burnin souls

With mountains of longing and valleys of sorrows

And ten thousand birds that would carry love home

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