Flew in to the home of the Mersey beat

Got soaked in the English rain

caught the bus to Strawberry Fields

Heard the whisper of Penny Lane

Felt the mists of time roll back

the Mersey ferry in morning sun

Saw the lads on the Cavern stage

sixty two, everyone's having fun

I'm dreaming in Liverpool

the music will always play

Felt the spirits of John and George

On the ferry cross the Mersey wide

Their laughter echoes through the mist

Where joy and music collide

The city hums a sacred tune

Each corner sings their name

Weaving past and present

In Liverpool's eternal flame

In the Mersey's silver haze I hear John whisper low as if he's standing right here: Love's the only way to go

The Mersey moon loves the rhythm of The beat that Ringo's keeping Paul's bass hums to the river's flow And George's guitar just keeps weeping

I'm dreaming