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 every thing
You're every song I ever sing
Summer, winter, autumn and spring
And were there more than twenty-four hours a day
They'd be spent in sweet content dreaming away
The skies are grey, the skies are blue
Morning, noon and night-time, too
All I do the whole day through is dream of you
