Come whisper softly, as I sleep; come, weave a little dream for me.
Some gentle, feminine confection... perfumed unreality;
some sweet, subconscious idyll, or, some fragile gossamer delight,
to soft enfold me, with your grace, to keep me warm on lonely nights.

Come whisper softly, as I sleep; come, weave a little dream for me.
I need your gentle smile again, to light the dark, so I can see
once more, the magic in your eyes, that holds me safe, away from harm;
a smile that I can always trust... not one polluted with false charm.

Come whisper softly, as I sleep; come, weave a little dream for me,
'J'entend ton coeur'... I hear your heart; it soothes my soul, exquisitely.
Shall we dance barefoot, on moon-washed lawns of Chamomile, tonight?
Could we walk through saffron sunsets, bathed in soft, warm, golden light?

Come whisper softly, as I sleep; come, weave a little dream for me.
We could capture sunbeams from the gentle breeze, so easily,
lay them, golden... in the grass; lovers, on a bed of flowers;
fragrant summer splendour, drifting in your arms through languid hours.

Come whisper softly, as I sleep; come, weave a little dream for me.
Shall we run through rainbows shimmering in the haze, so wistfully?
or, by the glowing tongues of candles; lose ourselves in love's sweet chase;
the candlelight adores you, Golden goddess, soft, in my embrace.

Come whisper softly, as I sleep; come, weave a little dream for me.
Dancing 'neath a Poet's moon; by faint and fragile light, I see
perhaps, love in your eyes, or was it just reflection there, of mine?
Oh, no... the shadows of the morning gather; that thought was a sign.

Go quickly, whilst I sleep; undo this little dream you wove for me.
The shadows on the other side of morning come... can you not see
this broken dream could summon phantom lovers from the jealous dawn?
and I could not betray you so;
Dreamweaver... time that you were gone.