There's a cottage with a stable
And a horse named Marisa
Who is walking to the market every Sunday at the dawn

And there's an old gal in the bakeshop
Who pretends not to notice
As the children sneak her pastries and then lick their fingers clean

I want to make you a permanent part
Of the pictures in my memory and the places in my heart
I want to make you a permanent part
Of the dreams all coming true today

There's an old train on a grey track
He was the King of Locomotion
Now he dreams of roaring motion
As the wind echoes his fame

And there's a good book and a steeple
And a preacher named O'Reilly
Who is looking rather smiley as he opens up the gates

And there's a tavern full of locals that would boast six generations
Giving family occupations a place to lift their cheer
And there's a small girl in a dark room
That is shaking from a nightmare
And her father, now, who sits there and will hold away her fear

I want to make you a permanent part
Of the pictures in my memory and the places in my heart
I want to make you a permanent part
Of the dreams all coming true today

With you
With you
With me

Make you a permanent part
Of the pictures in my memory and the places in my heart
I want to make you a permanent part
Of the dreams all coming true today

With you
With you
With me

If I pray for you, would you pray for me