Is there a little fairy, who makes dreams come true? Wonder if he'd help me get to the heart of you? Is this my imagination Or do I see him there? Sitting coyly watching me without a single care. Is there gold dust to sprinkle over me? Maybe if I were golden my love would me then see. Beauty is in the eyes of what lovers perceive. Everyone sees differently depending on their needs.    Sprinkle me with gold dust cover me with glee. I would not want for more If in his eyes he'd see ... That beauty lies beneath the surface ... That love and kindness have a purpose. Sprinkle your gold dust freely on me. Perhaps my dream will yet be.