light as a feather

If one day, I could have a helium balloon, And be carried away with just one little bloom, The petals sweep around me, light enough to fly, So little to eat, surprised I did not die, Golden dreams are made of these, Glory to the small and frail, Light as a feather, thin as a rail. Light as a feather, thin as a rail. A hallucination of mine to fly, To be carried off with a sunset lullaby, Just imagination I fear, Thinner and closer every year, Until I blow away with the breeze, I wonder who would follow me, A girl swept so serene, A beautiful dream, Golden dreams are made of these, Glory to the small and frail, Light as a feather, thin as a rail. Light as a feather, thin as a rail.