A curious and gentle lullaby about the origin of dreams, where the first dream is born from the quiet magic of mountains and moonlight. The story of wonder and warmth helps children drift into sleep, knowing their dreams are part of something ancient and beautiful.
A kind and luminous dream-weaver who lives high upon the mountains.
She spins the very first dreams from moonlight and mountain stone.
Long before you were born No dreams drifted soft No stars whispered low No moon sang aloft
Mountains stood so tall Silent, dark, and deep Waiting for the spark That would wake their sleep
[chorus] Oh, that was the first dream Spun from mountain stone Oh, that was the first dream And it's still your own
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