Beneath the stars, the shining moon --
My closing eyes see skies of blue.
And sweet perfume of flowers' bloom,
Drifts through the dream I dream of you.

But then I wake and morning takes
my sweet green love away.

And as I rise, my hopes have died. . . .
Before my eyes are burning skies
world of brown without a sound
Save for my lonely lullabies.

As days go by, I long to sleep
And so to dream, and soon it seems,
I'll wake no more.

And in the dark, the endless dark,
Will be my heart
With dreams of green.