From the folds of morning's curtain
Are born my dreams that strive to be
And tho nothing is for certain
They're who I am, they're driving me.
These dreams won't stir the heart of kings
Or feed the flames of destiny;
They flicker true and dance within
My heart and soul, they comfort me.
As daylight yields to inky night
And all the busy sounds are hushed;
My tired dreams give up their fight
As in the darkness they are crushed.