When, in the night

There comes a dream

That is so real

It would seem

You could touch her

And draw her near,

These are the dreams

That I hold dear.

I hold the dream,

For she's not here.

And it would seem

That, as I fear,

I may be wrong..

And love won't stay

To sing its song

In light of day.

So in the night

I dream of things

That all seem right,

And my heart sings.

Then comes the day

And sun will shine..

She's gone away,

No longer mine.