All I do is dream of you
The whole night through
With the dawn I still go on
Dreamin 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 in day
Well They’d be spent in sweet content dreaming a way
When skies are grey, when skies are blue
Morning, noon, and night-time too
All I do the whole day through is dream of you