To Each His Dulcinea
(To Every Man His Dream) lyrics
To each his Dulcinea
For with his Dulcinea Beside him so to stand,
There is no Dulcinea,
From"Man of La Mancha (Don Quixote)"
That he alone can name...
Where he can find the haunting face
To light his secret flame.
A man can do quite anything,
Outfly the bird upon the wing,
Hold moonlight in his hand.
Yet if you build your life on dreams
It's prudent to recall,
A man with moonlight in his hand
Has nothing there at all.
She's made of flame and air,
And yet how lovely life would seem
If ev'ry man could weave a dream
To keep him from despair.
To each his Dulcinea...
Though she's naught but flame and air!