In my waking dreams, I often see,a dashing young boy leaning by a tree. Playing sad songs, I like to hear. He sings for no one but me. He croons it with all his tender might Doleful guitar and a faltering voice Cherished, subdued am I, how I wish it isn't a dream Ah.... will someone bring my dream to reality. Ah.... will this not be just another whimsical moment Blossoms in the night... fizzles out at dawn.
(Fleeting dreams are what I have. Night after night, they feed my restless mind. The funny, but tender feeling grows and grows in gardens of darkness. Who'll pick the rustling leaves that shatter the silence of night and dreams of mine)
Last night, I dreamt my dream again. My black-haired sweet heart, by the tree. Wooing, songs a-cooing, my heart pounded like a drum Now in my sweet dreams I live my life. No more sorrow and no more sigh. In my sleeping moments, my heart booms with ecstasy Ah......... will someone bring my dream to reality. Ah......... will this not be just another whimsical moment A dream's but a dream It ends by the morn Blossoms in the night, fizzles out at dawn. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
