Misc Soundtrack - Anastasia - in my dreams

They ^D#msaid I was f^C#ound by the s^Bide of the r^A#moad There^D#m were tracks^C# all around, it ^Bhad recen^A#mtly snowed. In the da^Drkness and c^F#mold with the w^Dind in the t^F#mrees A g^Dirl with no n^F#mame, and no me^C#mories but these.

R^F#main against a w^C#indow, sh^F#meets upon a ^C#bed, Ter^C#mrifying nu^G#rses whi^C#mspering over^Ehead, "C^Emall the child ^CAnya, gi^Gve the child a ^Emhat." I d^Fon't know a thing before t^Bhat. ^C#

Tra^F#mveling the b^C#ack roads, sl^F#meeping in the w^C#ood, T^C#making what I n^G#eeded, wor^C#mking when I c^Eould. Ke^Emeping up my co^Curage, fo^Golish as it s^Emeems, At ni^Fght all alone in my dr^Deams.

In my dr^Geams, shadows c^Emall, There's a ^Bmlight at the end of a ^Chall. Then my d^Greams fade a^Emway, But I^F know it all will come b^Dack One d^Emay. ^{Cm Em Cm}

I dr^Ebeam of a city beyond all compare. Is it P^Emaris? Paris? A bea^Ebutiful river, a br^Emidge by a square, And I h^Amear a voice whisper "I'll m^Bmeet you right th^Emere, in Pa^Fris" P^Daris.

You don't kn^Gmow what it's l^Gmmaj7ike Not to k^Gm7now who you a^Gm6re, To have l^Dmived in the sh^Dmmaj7adows, And tra^Dm7vel this far^Dm6. I've seen fl^Fmashes of fi^C#re, Heard the ec^G#hoes of scr^Fmeams, But I s^Amtill have this faith in the tr^Duth of my dreams!

In my dr^Geams, it's all r^Emeal And my he^Bmart has so much to r^Ceveal. And my dr^Geams seem to^Em say, "D^Fon't be afraid to go ^Don. D^Emon't give up hope, come what m^Aay!" I^Am know it all will come ba^Dck, One d^Gay!