Last night I dreamed,
Of peaks, silver in the moonlight,
Of life and love,
And in my dreams I was returning,
Like the homing dove.
Last night I dreamed -
But in the dull, dead morning,
Forlorn and blue,
I thought to cease my futile dreaming,
Then I saw you!
Again I dreamed,
As I watched this glory of your eyes,
Your soft silk hair -
And heard the silver cadence of your voice,
How could I dare?
I thought I could to my philosophy hold true,
Last night I dreamed, today I dream of you!