My dreams would occur in the same places,
And you were always there,
We would go into the forest.
The wind would lightly ruffle our hair
And we had become fond of a old tree,
With a hole located in its side,
It was to become our new home.
It was near the Ocean too,
There was always our footprints,
That belong to us,
We never wore no shoes.
And we were happy together,
Just the two of us
We just were.