Millions of beauties grace the land
Of them, thousands I have seen
But nobody could match the grace
Of Stephanie from my dreams
…
The sun it glitters, the stars they shine
The silver moon it proudly beams
But they don’t come anywhere close
To Stephanie from my dreams
…
The bees fly amongst the flowers
A cool breeze floats over a stream
But their charm pales in front
Of Stephanie from my dreams
…
On every road that I have walked
Under every cloud that I may seem
There’s no mortal ever born
Like Stephanie from my dreams
…
If mystery was a giant ladder
I’d be at the bottom seam
And atop she’d hold her solo crown
The Stephanie from my dreams
