I wonder if we could have been our dreams
Or found, at least, a place of waking joy
But night is more than darkness, so it seems
And darkness seems to cover and destroy
I still remember waking in your bed
I still remember sleeping in your arms
Although the past is past, it isn’t dead
Nor are my memories of all your charms
I wonder if our dreams were simply wrong
Can dreams be wrong? Can any dreams be right?
I wonder if you’ll hear my little song
Or if you’ll sleep through life, a dreamless night
We might have wanted all our dreams to stay
But fate awakes us to a dreamless day.