Sweet Dreams


In my waking dreams I often see,
a dashing young boy leaning by a tree.
Playing sad songs I'd 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.

Spoken:
(Fleeting dreams are what I have.
Night after night, they feed my restless mind.
That 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.


Agnes Chan

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