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
A dream's but a dream, it ends by the morn
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 garden darkness
Who'll pick the rustling leaves
That shatter the silence of my elusive mind?

Last night I dreamt my dream again
My black-haired sweetheart 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