all my troubles are bubbles
floating away into oblivion
my troubles are bubbles far gone

and in the morning, i find myself singing
they ask, "why are you singing?"
i'm just singing so there will be song
for my troubles are bubbles far gone.

it won't be long, 'til we can sleep.
it won't be long, 'til we can sleep.

dreams are not to keep; they are to dream
so close your eyes, and i'll sing sweetly
'til they come, come, come, come, come, come out.

all our worries, they are bubbles
catching the breeze, over the trees
we cannot feel them.

and in the nighttime
we take a walk, singing
yeah, out in the night, singing
yeah just singing so there will be song.
for our troubles are bubbles far gone.

and things might go different
but nothing goes wrong,
for our troubles are bubbles far gone.

it won't be long, 'til we can sleep.
it won't be long, 'til we can sleep.

dreams are not to keep; they are to dream
so close your eyes, and i'll sing sweetly
'til they come, come, come, come, come, come out.

© 2008 - Lynn O'Brien