Tell Me a Story - The Box

So the young boy proceeded

To climb up the stairs

With a candle he held in the dark

Up to the second floor

And then entering the corridor

His own shadow on the walls

He slightly pushed the door to the room

Where the old man layed to rest

The Old Man: «Tell me — you dream of beautiful things

sometimes, don’t you?»

The Young Boy: «Of course I dream!»

The Old Man: «And you do believe in dreams…»

The Young Boy: «Of course I do.

We all dream…»

A Crowd Of Kids: «We do it — we do it all the time!»

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of love

Would you tell me a story

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of dreams

Of dreams gone forever

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of love

Would you tell me a story

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of dreams

Of dreams long gone

And in the center of the small room

Covered by the sheets

The old man with a sparkle in his eyes

Made a gesture of the hand

So, coming closer to the large bed

With his eyes wide awake

The little boy reached out for the hand

A hand of a hundred years

The Old Man: «Tell me — you dream of beautiful things

sometimes, don’t you?»

The Young Boy: «Of course I dream!»

The Old Man: «And you do believe in dreams…»

The Young Boy: «Of course I do.

We all dream…»

A Crowd Of Kids: «We do it — we do it all the time!»

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of love

Would you tell me a story of…

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of dreams

Of dreams gone forever

Oh, tell me

Tell me a story of love

Would you tell me a story

Oh, tell me

Of dreams long gone

Of dreams gone forever

Would you tell me, oh tell me

Tell me

Tell me a story of dreams

Of dreams long gone