Golden hair and laughing eyes, Wealth of beauty which men prize, Ruby lips and form divine, No, they never can be mine, I am only dreaming, dreaming, With the golden moonlight streaming Through my study door. Just a boy I seem to be, Happy as a lark and free, Romping through the wooded dell With the one I love so well, But I'm only dreaming, dreaming, With the golden moonlight gleaming Through my study door. Why, oh why, must I awake, And my pleasant dreams forsake, Wake and find denied to me All but grave reality? Know I'm only dreaming, dreaming, With the golden moonlight beaming Through my study door. |