Oft' we dream of things of which
Somehow we wish could come true
We hope and pray
But at the end of day
We find our dreams haven’t a clue,

Yet if we were the lucky ones
If just wishing could make it be
Though fate has a way
Of allowing minds to play
Dreams and reality rarely agree,

Still dreams are often more
Than fleeting mists in the night
I know that it's true
Because I have you
And you are a dreamer’s delight.