To Each His Dulcinea (Arr. for Voice, Piano, Guitar, Bass, Drums and Strings by R. Mounsey)

To each his Dulcinea

That he alone can name

To each a secret hiding place

Where he can find the haunting face

To light his secret flame

For with his Dulcinea

Beside him so to stand

A man can do quite anything

Help fly 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

There is no Dulcinea

She's made of flame and air

And yet how lovely life would seem

If every man could weave a dream

To keep him from despair

To each his Dulcinea

Though she's only flame and air