He was thinking of her
She was thinking of him.
In the dreamland night their spirits met
And danced by the river again.
She fell asleep with smiling lips
While he thought sighing of them;
And she laughed like a child when the dreamland night
Spun her closer to him.
So they twirled and fell and rose a spell
And danced the dreamland through;
And not til noisy daybreak had broke
Did their twining feet skip a move.
She woke, a frown within her eyes
And he, searching desperate for them;
She closed her gaze in distant hope
That it might spin her closer to him.
But alas, the morning cold and clear
Denied the two their dance.
And the distance between their sleeping hearts
Left them both in a dreamland trance.