IF WISHES WERE

I'd give you a constant crimson sun.
If I had the wealth of an Arab sheik,
I'd give you the crescent moon.
And all the stars in heaven,
Just for you to play upon.

If I were your one true love,
I'd give you some goose-down pillows
To lay all your earthly troubles on.

But all I have on earth to give you
Is one small and very tender heart,
To meet and to greet you,
And not be trampled upon.

If you were God,
I'd surely ask for all the birds in the sky
To sing to me your one exclusive song.
If you were as rich as an Arab sheik,
I'd ask for all of the seven seas,
Just for us to sail upon.

If you were my one true love,
I'd ask for two matching turtle doves.
But of all the things that you could give,
I'd ask for nothing more than my hand in yours,
To walk through God's own Eternity.


(c) Gwen Beauregard 1971 - All Rights Reserved