At least we have our dreams to view.
Alone in night, such dreams come true,
that when I rise up from my dreams
I see your gaze that glows and gleams.
The heat that kept me warm and deep
I dream was yours and mine to keep.
That voice so soft outside my bed
I dream was yours, inside, instead.
The moon so bright and bold above
I dream was yours and mine to love.
And stars that shine in chilly cold
I dream were yours and mine to hold.
But so I dream and so I long
that like my dreams we do belong.