Lyrics

"Dreaming Ways"
Album - Broken Ties
By Maggie Vogts
Copyright – February 2017

Gypsy warned me of the day
I'd hear your steps coming my way.
But I never gave credit to a gypsy's sayings.

Young dreamer when I left my home.
Tin can, barely living from song to song.
Had to make it on my own.

(chorus)
Ooh, bury that blade.
Living low 'til I get my pay.
Mourning every empty tomorrow today.
Swing low, live for that shade.
Drop of water on a helling day tastes sweet.
Don't forget those dreaming ways.

[break]

Well the years, they rose and fell,
made me wonder if I really heard that bell.
Was it ringing for me?

It's easy to believe when you're younger and free,
before the load of life sends you to your knees.

(bridge)
Heed those reins.
Sweat the day.
Dreaming dims.
A bitter chain.

(chorus)
Still I bury that blade.
Living low 'til I get my pay.
Mourning every empty tomorrow today.
Swing low, live for that shade.
Drop of water on a helling day tastes sweet.
Don't forget those dreaming ways.

[break]