Beneath the stars, the shining moon -- My closing eyes see skies of blue. And sweet perfume of flowers' bloom, Drifts through the dream I dream of you.
But then I wake and morning takes my sweet green love away.
And as I rise, my hopes have died. . . . Before my eyes are burning skies A world of brown without a sound Save for my lonely lullabies.
As days go by, I long to sleep And so to dream, and soon it seems, I'll wake no more.
And in the dark, the endless dark, Will be my heart With dreams of green.