The sunbeams have taken their flight,
The day slowly turned into night;
All nature’s at rest,
The birds in their nest
Sleep on, ‘neath the moon’s sil’ry light.
The shadows of eve ease my heart
For now that we’ve drifted apart,
I find joys anew while dreaming of you,
Dreams that can ne’er come true.
Dreams, just dreams,
My beautiful golden dreams,
It seems my dreams
Are missives of sweet consolation.
Each dream I dream
Turns gloom to a bright sunbeam
Since the love that I gave
Found a grave, all I crave
Are dreams, just dreams
I wake with the morning my dear,
The sun up above shining clear;
The flowers seem gay to welcome the day,
A day that will seem like a year.
My goal is a land so it seems,
Where night never turns to sunbeams,
The world I would give to go, there and live,
Live with my golden dreams
Berlin, Irving and Snyder, Ted, "Dreams Just Dreams" (1909). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1650.
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