A crescent moon of bone white sand
that hugs a bay impossibly crystal blue
the sky a different blue but just as grand
a little bit of paradise for me and you
It's been a hard winter
up to my neck in snow
but in my sleep
I am there
in the dream of Rio
When I lose all heart
and find myself back at the start
in memory I go
where no storms blow
the dream of Rio
Since I was a little boy
I've seen pictures of the bay
the city of all hope and joy
and every year the big parade
The giant Savior on the hill
the golden sun upon the sea
someday I'll go there but until
that day I'll dream, while I still can dream
and when I lose all heart
and find myself back at the start
in memory I go
where no storms blow
the dream of Rio
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