of my dreams

Come cuddle your head                 

on my shoulder dear,

And we will go sailing

away from here.

Away from life's hurry

and flurry and worry;

Away from earth's shadows

and gloom,

To a world of fair weather

we'll float off together,                       

Where roses are always 

 in bloom.

Just shut your eyes

and fold your hands,

Your hands like the leaves

of a rose,                                  

And we will go sailing              

to those fair lands,

That never an atlas shows.

On the north  and the west

they are bound by the rest,

On the south and the east 

by dreams;                             

It's the island ideal                        

where nothing is real,

But everything only seems. 

Just drop down the curtains 

of your dear eyes,

And we will sail out

under the starlit skies.          

To the land where the fairies dwell.

Down the river of sleep              

our yacht shall sweep,

Till it reaches that mythical Isle

Which no man has seen,

but where all have been,

And there we will pause a while.

I will sing you a song 

as we float along

To the shore of that love island.