My daddy brought home a photograph from the paper yesterday   It showed a line of wagons movin' some place far away   That picture made my daddy smile, it made my momma cry   Seems that daddy's wagon load of dreams had long since passed her by      Oh, the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall   And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all   It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two   Careful what you're dreamin' 'cause it some day may come true      He talked on all through supper time 'bout the good prospector's life   Couldn't see momma didn't wanna be no good prospector's wife   He said, "We best sell out and go before the weather turns too cold   And maybe buy ourselves an extra horse to carry all that gold"      Oh, the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall   And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all   It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two   Careful what you're dreamin' 'cause it some day may come true      I got up as soon as the first light came to start the mornin' fire   Wonderin' if my momma's will had cooled that man's desire   Inside the stove upon the coals, an ashen paper lay   It was a ghostly line of wagons movin' some place far away      And the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall   The one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all   It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two   Careful what you're dreamin' 'cause it some day may come true   Oh, be careful what you're dreamin' 'cause it some day may come true