With the dawn I still go on and dream 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 a day
 They'd be spent in sweet content, dreaming away
 When skies are grey, when skies are blue
 Morning, noon and night-time too
 All I do is dream of you the whole day through