A Letter from Urban Street

Someone told me dreams are growing on me Friends have come and went away overseas Maybe this day will come now And I'll dance with my star Someone told me better not to grieve you He said three- four weeks that only were you Maybe this day will come now And I'll dance with my star Someone told me mother bad I would be He said that stuff too many I've got on my plate Maybe this day will come now And I'll dance with my star Maybe this day will come now And I'll dance with my star To fifteen stars I'm wishing now may you be fine May you dance And happy be and clouds climb If you were here I'd give it all to you Such precious little thing you'd be of that I'm sure Maybe this day will come now And I'll dance with you my star