All I do is dream of you the whole night through
With the dawn I still go on dreaming 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 a day
They'd be spent in sweet content just dreaming away
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
When skies are grey, even when they are blue
And were there more than twenty four hours in a day
They'd be spent in sweet content, dreaming away
When skies are grey, when skies are blue in the morning
All I do the whole day through is dream of you