if i could sing like the poets and kings of this world if i could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea i would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody and let you dream away till the morning light returned again to take you away from me if i could speak with the tongues of the masters of old if i could tame all the fleeting perceptions i hold would i stand in the marketplace before to be shouted down without any warning at all to be stood by the wall and shot by the man in blue if i could run with the grace of a sun colored stallion if i could fly like the great silver jets in the morning if i caused the wind to change with one wave of my hand and if i could play the final symphony and set it free would it mean anything to you if i could stand like a rusty old man in his armor if i could ride the steed that he rode in his time i would turn his head away to the river and let him wander through the meadow grass wild and free for everyone to see if i could sing like the poets and kings of this world if i could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea i would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody and let you dream away till the morning light returned again to take you away from me