The fragile gentle butterfly with multi-coloured wings Settles on the toadstools in the midst of fairy rings Midsummer sounds of tinkle bells as sweet Titania sings.
Or am I dreaming Or am I dreaming?
And I will have a castle with a drawbridge and a moat And light my open fires with a brand new five pound note And go off on a winter cruise in a bright red sailing boat.
Pick the golden casket And you'll get what you deserve Yards of pure white chiffon Falling in a graceful curve Crystal clear cut chandeliers Orchids in a bowl Mulled wine by the fire And the finest ermine stole.
The water melon moon makes gentle progress in the sky Upside down it's floating as the satellites go by And you can hold a conversation if you're not too high.
The magic mountain music man Is really rather shy Or am I dreaming?