The heavens are dressed in midnight blue
Dim the lights and stoke the fires.
'Tis the hour of magic and musing;
For chasing what the heart desires.

So lay your head on silvery clouds
And drift into that secret place
Where eyes meet eys and lips touch lips
In passion ... fancy's sweet embrace.

I'll dream a distant dream of you
While you are dreaming yours of me.
And in that timeless, ethereal realm
You and I may together be.