I dreamed of Judy Garland and of her bottled blues Resting in a dressing room, shaking star dust from her shoes She spoke of her beginnings at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer And of touching millions with no one really there A child of the movies in a pyrite golden age I never knew the price she paid for a life upon that stage. Chorus: Judy had that catch in her voice That put your heart into her hand Judy, she had trouble, Judy had no choice But to give her heart upon demand She had to give her heart upon demand She had trouble sleeping and waking for the day With studio prescriptions to keep her thin and fey They'd work her to exhaustion propelled by benzedrine Then call her unreliable if she would miss a scene From vaudeville in Grand Rapids to the walkway of the stars Who'd have known a girl so young could have gone that far? Chorus The Palladium in London, the Palace in New York The come-back of a trouper when God wondered at her work She asked me of the movie stars and singers of today I said I couldn't think of one she wouldn't blow away She laughed and then she thanked me and said she had to go For there were rainbows waiting down along a golden road Chorus I dreamed of Judy Garland all on a summer's night Resting in a dressing room packing stardust for her flight