| All I do is dream of you the whole night thru With the dawn, I still go on and dream of you You're ev'ry thought, you're ev'rything you're ev'ry song I ever sing summer, winter, autumn and spring And were there more than twenty-four hours a day They'd be spent in sweet content dreaming away When skies are gray, when skies are blue Morning, noon and night time too All I do the whole day thru, is dream of you |
