If she could Plant a field of dreams,
Row after row.
She'd remove, every dream of WOE.
She would remove the tears tangled
In the earth, and replace them with
Fresh growth.

The dreams would be of happiness,
Of sunshine and flowers.
She'd replace the dreams, blemished
By sorrow, there would be dreams of
Children happy and laughing,
Special dreams, rejoicing and clapping.

All the bad dreams would have to go,
Bitter dreams could no longer grow.
Rows and rows of beautiful dreams
Would flower.

And peace, sweet peace, would be replaced,
By Love's Holy Power.