Beautiful Dreamer

Beautiful Dreamer Beautiful dreamer, belle chére bonne amie, My silver-sweet blossom of cherry in spring, More fair than the moon on a milk-white sea, And brighter than blue on a butterfly’s wing, Dreamer of dreams, what dreams do you see, Deep in the dark with the stars dimly shining? Heart of my heart, do you hear things of me, Deep in your dreams, with the dawn gently rising? Beautiful dreamer, beloved belle chérie, Fair as the dew on a daisy in May, That shines in the sun for the righteous to see, Reflection of glory more golden than day, Singer of songs, and sweet Skye daughter, Seer of splendors beyond things seen, Warm as the west wind deep in the winter, Spirit of fire both faithful and keen, I walk here alone in the woods and lie, Beneath the rustling black-oak boughs, Beneath the blazing star-blue sky, Where naught but night-things whisper now, And dream of long and long ago, When all the world and we were young, And golden green the trees did grow, With light and love my soul had sung, Oh, beautiful dreamer and daughter of light, And lover of all that I love most dear, For you I sang that song of light, In hope that Love would let you hear, Through all the miles and misty years, And all the pain that passed between, And deep inside you heard me, dear, Deep down in a beautiful dream.