If you wear this silver bonnet

I will sew my heart upon it

For this bonnet makes you seem

Like someone I met in a dream, a dream



I wont wear your silver bonnet

Not unless some golds put on it

You can take your dreams back home

I have plenty of my own, my own



Tell me something distant sister

If I found my dream and kissed her

Would this vision of perfection

Turn into my own reflection



Who or what I am escapes me

Every changing minute shapes me

What I get is what I yearn for

Dreams are what I gladly burn for



In her cradle we have rocked her

Tended by the dreaming doctor

Now she waits in sleeping beauty

For some prince to do his duty