(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

    Speaking of dreams
    Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree
    Playing the Gipsy Kings
    After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeans
    With a teenage girl who said that it would be her grandest dream
    And speaking of dreams, I really must say
    I couldn't have dreamed you up
    Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage
    And woke my sleeping demons up

    You were not yet born
    When my career began in '59
    We're a sign of the times
    Who cares if you are a breath of spring and I am vintage wine
    We come from two different worlds
    Like every other couple on the Rue de Rivoli
    You spent your youth in the rainforests of distant Camaroon
    Your father was a Navy captain, I am the Queen of Hearts
    And the daughter of the moon

    Speaking of dreams
    You took me to see the paintings of Paul Gaughin
    Speaking of dreams
    We stood in the midst of waterfalls, flaming trees
    Golden dogs and shining Tahitian ladies
    But it was you, not Paul Gaughin
    Who stopped my heart and then
    Started my life over again

    And if you feel as I do
    That we've erased the lines between reality
    And all our painted dreams
    Then take me down to where the Gipsies sing
    The songs their mothers knew
    Tie bright ribbons in my hair
    Lean on the wind and watch me while I dance for you

    And carry me off to the rainforests of distant Camaroon
    Tell me that you've always know that
    I am the Queen of Hearts
    And the daughter of the moon

    © 1989 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)

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