All I do is dream of you the whole night through

With the dawn I still go on and dream of you

You're every thought, you're everything

You're every song I ever sing

Summer, winter, autumn and spring



And were there more than twenty four hours a day

They'd be spent in sweet content, dreaming away

When skies are grey, when skies are blue

Morning, noon and night-time too

All I do is dream of you the whole day through