Oh the joy of being with the one you love, even if it is in your dreams

The silver moon drips through
The window and across the bed
A starlit sky before my eyes
As I think of all you have said

My eyes are heavy as sleep finds me
And it takes me there to you
My lover, my life
The man who is the weaver of my dreams

All things are new
When I am with you
Even when it is in my dreams
Your voice takes me there
To where I have no cares
Just in the joy of being in the arms
Of the weaver of my dreams