He's just a little boy yet he dreams like a man
Of a galliant golden steed
He`s a knight in shining armor with a pillow for a shield
And a heart full of golden deeds
And he rides, rides, on the wings of a golden stallion
And he dreams, dreams, and the dreams become so real


With a pencil for a sword and a pail for a helmet
And a saddle made of golden fleece
He dreams of mighty dragons and damsels in distress
As he sings to himself in the blowing wind
And he rides, rides, on the wings of a golden stallion
And he dreams, dreams, and the dreams become so real


And now he awakens from his deep weary sleep
To face alone reality
Yet memories of ecstacy are still upon him
As he tells me of his dreams
And he rode, rode on the wings of a golden stallion
And he dreamt dreams, and how the dreams became so real