Reality get's in the way of life and love,
Just tell your wish to the dove,
He'll take it with him for the Holy God to read,
And your wish will be granted surly indeed.

Angels will fly through the sky with care,
And land on the ground without dare,
They will tell you to look at the stars tonight,
And then into the morning light.

When the sun rises in the east,
You'll know by then that your wish has been granted and b there by midnight at the least!