Agnes Chan Sweet Dreams
In my waking dreams, I often see,a dashing young boy
leaning by a tree.
Playing sad songs, I like to hear.
He sings for no one but me.
He croons it with all his tender might
Doleful guitar and a faltering voice
Cherished, subdued am I, how I wish it isn't a dream
Ah.... will someone bring my dream to reality.
Ah.... will this not be just another whimsical moment
Blossoms in the night... fizzles out at dawn.
(Fleeting dreams are what I have.
Night after night, they feed my restless mind.
The funny, but tender feeling grows and grows in gardens
of darkness.
Who'll pick the rustling leaves that shatter the silence
of night and dreams of mine)
Last night, I dreamt my dream again.
My black-haired sweet heart, by the tree.
Wooing, songs a-cooing, my heart pounded like a drum
Now in my sweet dreams I live my life.
No more sorrow and no more sigh.
In my sleeping moments, my heart booms with ecstasy
Ah......... will someone bring my dream to reality.
Ah......... will this not be just another whimsical
moment
A dream's but a dream
It ends by the morn
Blossoms in the night, fizzles out at dawn.
