A Letter from Urban Street

Someone told me dreams are growing on me
 Friends have come and went away overseas
 Maybe this day will come now
 And I'll dance with my star
 Someone told me better not to grieve you
 He said three- four weeks that only were you
 Maybe this day will come now
 And I'll dance with my star
 Someone told me mother bad I would be
 He said that stuff too many I've got on my plate
 Maybe this day will come now
 And I'll dance with my star
 Maybe this day will come now
 And I'll dance with my star
 To fifteen stars I'm wishing now may you be fine May you dance
 and happy be and clouds climb If you were here I'd give it all to you
 Such precious little thing you'd be of that I'm sure
 Maybe this day will come now
 And I'll dance with you my star