My Daddy brought home a photograph from the paper yesterday
It showed a line of wagons movin' someplace far away
That picture made my daddy smile, it made my Momma cry
It seems like Daddy's wagon load of dreams had long since passed her by

But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall
And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all
It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two
Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true

Well he talked on all through supper time 'bout the good prospector's life
Couldn't see Momma didn't wanna be no good prospector's wife
He said, "We best sell out and go before the weather turns too cold
And maybe buy ourselves an extra horse to carry all the gold"

But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall
And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all
It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two
Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true

And I got up as soon as the first light came to start the mornin' fire
Wonderin' if my Momma's will had cooled that man's desire
And inside that stove upon the coals, an ashen paper lay
It was a ghostly line of wagons, movin' someplace far away

And the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall
And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all
It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two
Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true
Oh, be careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true