Leaves of sound are shed; they fall on this murmuring mind where the lullabies call,
From these words I sink and fall to the beautiful one,
Behold this dreamer in the arms of the beautiful one.

Deep waters sound; who loves that deep?
I make my way up the toilsome steep,
In green meadows now I sleep in the beautiful one,
Behold this dreamer in the arms of the beautiful one.

And in the wind, a song and moonlight on the lawn,
Draw me on and on,
And through the day, a sigh for dreamers such as I, who steal away to watch and pray.

The night above me whispers low and I have many miles to go,
I will not wake until I know the beautiful one,
Awake the dreamer in the arms of the beautiful one.

The night above me whispers low and I have many miles to go,
I will not wake until I know the beautiful one,
Awake the dreamer in the arms of the beautiful one,
Awake the dreamer in the arms of the beautiful one,
Awake the dreamer in the arms of the beautiful one.