In My Dreams

I looked the whole world over Till I found a four leaf clover And I put it in the pocket of the jeans Then I took the Northwest passage Through parts so dark and savage And I prayed both day and night to be redeemed I drank all kinds of liquor And it always healed me quicker Than any other remedy it seems And I say this to explain How I'm here and how I came And that I meet the finest people in my dreams Now it was cold and raining On the night when I was waiting On connections to convey me into Queens So I hopped the Union Flyer And it went out on the wire That I was riding high on iron wings When the headlines read "They Got Him" I was at the bottom Of the dankest holding tank in New Orleans And I hastened then to say Before they threw the key away "You know I meet the finest people in my dreams" Now, the leaves are turning golden And our days are still unfolding We're holding out and living by our means And if they asked me I'd be glad to Say that I'm just glad I have you You're the one on whom this sad blue fellow leans And that it was my decision To send the carrier pigeon With the missive listing this and other themes That nothing will defeat me That I love you so completely And that I meet the finest people in my dreams I meet the finest people in my dreams