All I do the whole day through is dream of you.
And with the dawn I still go on and dream of you.
You're every thought, every scheme, every dream I ever dreamed.
Summer, winter, autumn and spring.
And were there more than 24 hours a day,
They'd be spent in sweet content dreaming away.
When skies are gray, skies are blue
Morning, noon and nighttime, too
All I do the whole day through is dream of you. |
