Oscar Hammerstein Out Of My Dreams
Out of your dreams
And into his arms
You long to fly
You don't need egyptian smelling salts to tell you why
Out of your dreams and into the hush
Of falling shadows
When the mist is low
And stars are breaking through
Then out of your dreams you'll go
Into a dream come true
Make up your mind, make up your mind laurie
Laurie dear
Make up your own, make up your own story, laurie dear
Old pharaoh's daughter won't tell you, what do do
But your heart, whatever it tells you will be true
Out of my dreams and into his arms I long to fly
I will come as evening comes into a waiting sky
Then out of my dreams and into the hush
Of falling shadows
When the mist is low
And starts are breaking through
Then out of my dreams I'll go
Into a dream with you
