My Maker

Well I ain’t trying to meet my maker
And I’d be lying that I weep when you take her
Off to get a goodnight’s sleep and you kiss her
She wakes a wink before the brink of spring
And she whispers
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the wind blow
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the world know
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the wind blow
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the world know
Does the sun show
Well I ain’t trying to meet my maker
And I’d be lying that I think you can take her
Out to the middle of sea and just sink her
Well it warrants no apology
If you blink first
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the wind blow
Only in your wild, wild drеams
Does the world know
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Doеs the wind blow
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the world know
Does the sun show
I can feel it’s beams from here
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the wind blow
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the world know
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the wind blow
Only in your wild, wild dreams
Does the world know
Does the sun show
I can feel it’s beams from here