No crime to dreaming Lyrics

Let's move to the country where the horses run free

On the banks of Dream River near the sycamore tree

We'll have us a garden our hands in the dirt

Our little heaven our own patch of earth

And when everything goes quiet

We sit and watch the flowers grow

And later I put on a Bill Callahan record

And we make love all night

Imagine the beauty the birds and the bees

The wind in the mountains the rustling trees

There's no crime to dreaming baby

No right or wrong

You'll be my summer painter

And I'll write you a song

And when the evening comes