I am weary of the old loves -
I am weary of the new
I am weary of this earth - with all its hopes untrue.
The world is full of hoping
And dreams I’ve dreampt before
I want a dream come true - I ask for nothing more.
I dreampt a silver dream once.
It faded into mist.
A dew drop did the same once
That by the sun was kissed.
I want a dream that will never fade
Silver though it be.
I want a dream hung from a star
And plucked by only me.
I want a made-to-order dream
As in the old time lore
I want a dream come true -
I ask for nothing more.
I am weary of the old loves - I am weary of the new I am weary of this earth - with all its hopes untrue. The world is...