if dreams were only real, just think

how happy i would be,

'cause mostly all the heroes come

and have a talk with me

when i'm asleep; if only they

would come when i'm awake,

i'd like to have my father give

their famous hands a shake.

i know i'll think that last night's dream

was best of all i've had,

for such a great, big gentleman

called out to me, "my lad,

remember that to fight is brave,

but braver yet to be

a defender of the weak ones,

to set the captives free,

to preserve your country's honor,

and strive all wrongs to right."

i liked him best of all the men

who visit me at night.

his name is abraham lincoln,

the kindest of them all.

i only hope some other night

he'll make a longer call.