Walking by yourself in the cold, cold winter Wrapped up in your coat like It?s a magic blanket You say no matter where I go They all look like strangers You see the world only seems The fairytale that it isn?t Dream on, dream on there?s nothing wrong If you dream on, dream on Of being a swan And now you?re looking at the sky Talking to your angel Could he turn this dirty street Into a flying carpet? But then you say I am not scared of anything Such a shy lie silent as a stone that is fallin? down Dream on, dream on there?s nothing wrong If you dream on, dream on Of being a swan