Joy

Give me your dreams, my darling There's no use for carrying your whole life yourself Keep your head up, my darling There's no use for wishing that you were someone else And you've been carrying a bit too much, losing your golden touch And you've been worrying a bit too long, falling down, coming on too strong Give me your fears, my darling There's no use for fearing the beast under your bed Spread out your joy, my darling From the treetops all the way to the flowerbeds And you've been carrying a bit too much Losing your golden touch And you've been worrying a bit too long Falling down, coming on too strong You've been carrying a bit too much Losing your golden touch And you've been worrying a bit too long Falling down, coming on too strong