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Come to America

© 1988 Neal Gladstone

Sometimes when I feel blue, my dreams are pale and few
I drift through my mind, back to a time when summer was fine and new
And your memory comes like a breeze through the roses, warm in the afternoon
Please come to America I'll be here waiting for you
Those days still fill my dreams, They flow like summer streams
We soaked in the sun fell in love some and before we'd begun it seems
That those days slipped away like a train from the station bound for a rendezvous
Please come to America I'll be here waiting for you
 
BRIDGE
Happy landing, best of wishes
Foreign dreams, and foreign kisses
Tonight the moon will rise Uniting distant skies
And light from the stars will travel so far
To sparkle in foreign eyes
And I send up a dream maybe magic and moonlight
Can make such a dream come true
Please come to America I'll be here waiting for you
Happy landing, best of wishes
Foreign dreams, foreign kisses
Different ways and different notions
Summer nights on distant oceans
 
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