Letra de How Much Of The Dream Comes True - Barbra Streisand

There will be violins playing
Softly, somewhere, won't there?
I shall be flying through rainbows
Though I can't fly, shan't I?
And when he lowers his lips
To kiss me, surely
The world will be lost from view
How much of the dream comes true?
He'll be the prince
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Out of every childhood story, surely
His arms could crush me
But he will hold me gently, won't he?
And as the dawn slowly opens one eye,
Won't I find life wonderful and new?
How much of the dream comes true?
How much of the dream comes true?