In Dreams — Chris De Burgh

A candy coloured clown they call the sandman, Tiptoes to my room every night, Just to sprinkle star dust and to whisper, Go to sleep everything is alright;

I close my eyes and I drift away, And to the magic night I softly say, A silent prayer, like dreamers do, Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you;

In dreams I walk with you, In dreams I talk to you, In dreams you're mine, all of the time, We're together in dreams, in dreams;

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone, I can't help it, I can't help it if I cry, I remember when you said goodbye.

It's too bad that all these things, Can only happen in my dreams, Only in dreams, In beautiful dreams, Only in dreams, In beautiful dreams.