Flight of Fantasy

From the Golden Bough recording,
Flight of Fantasy,
recorded at John Altman Studios
in San Francisco and first released
on Kicking Mule Records in 1984.
(Flight of Fantasy is no longer available.
However, we can burn you a copy if you contact us.)

Flight of Fantasy
© 1984 - 2004 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

- 1 -
Riding underneath the spell of the moon's cold light,
I heard the sound of footsteps echo through the night,
I felt the wind as it whispered past my sight,
I heard enchanted laughter.

- 2 -
Across the meadow, shimmering reflection,
Mirrored there I saw the tiniest man,
A golden fiddle tucked so neat beneath his chin,
I heard his tiny laughter.

Chorus:
Now I play and you listen friend,
Dance to the tune at your journey's end.
Leave this world, now you begin,
Fly with me tonight.

Bridge:
Over oceans soft with foam,
Mountains rolling green and gray,
Through the darkness, see him roam,
Listen, hear him play.

- 3 -
And as his music filled the midnight air,
I felt the wonder of the moment I was there,
As in a dream, his image was unclear,
But still I heard his laughter.

- 4 -
Across the meadow, the first hint of day,
Caught in his passion, he couldn't cease his play,
And ad the sun burst forth he faded away,
But still I heard his laughter.

Chorus:
Now I play and you listen friend,
Dance to the tune at your journey's end.
Leave this world, now you begin,
Fly with me tonight.