Greetings from Portugal

on the wings of the western winds
this postcard flew to you
telling fairytales of a better world
where everyone smiles -  and no one feels blue ('cept for the sea...)
- so does the sun, and when its warmth has gone
sit by the fire
feel the beat move your soul and your feet
or watch the moon go higher
and if it sinks too soon
stay with the starlight
and you'll be allright
for the dawn of the new day is already close
one dream hunts the other
into another dimension on the travel goes...