The garden of love is a garden of dreams,
And we wander the fair, fragrant pathways together, love together.
The sky’s always blue, and the world’s made for two, Just for me, dear, and you, in the bright golden weather.
Dreaming, dreaming, love is only a dream.
Tho’ so real it seems that we live in dreams. Dreaming, dreaming, love is only a kiss
But we seek the garden of dreams thro’ the world for this
The garden of love when the ev’ning comes down,
Is agleam with the soft light that falls from the young moon fair and slender,
The nightingale calls, and his wooing note falls
On the air with a message of love sweet and tender.
Kummer, Clare, "Garden of Dreams" (1908). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1368.
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