Laurawoody hermanlaura is the face in the misty lightfootsteps that you hear down the halla laugh that floats on a summer nightthat you can never quite recalland you see laura on the train that is passing throughthose eyes how familiar they seemshe gave your very first kiss to youthat was laura but she's only a dreamshe gave your very first kiss to youthat was laura but she's only a dreamlyrics provided by betty e. fisher (berfisher@aol.com)