Out of my dreams and into your arms I
long to fly
I will come as evening comes to woo a waiting sky.
Out of my dreams and into the hush of falling shadows,
When the mist is low and stars are breaking through
Then out of my dreams I'll go into a dream with you.
Won't have to make up any more stories - You'll be there!
Think of the bright midsummer night glories we can share.
Won't have to go on kissing a daydream - I'll have you.
You'll be real - real as the white moon lighting the blue. Chorus