DREAMS JUST DREAMS
(R.N. Doore / Richard Howard,   1919)


Slowly the daylight is fading 
Soon 't will be nighttime again
Oh! how my heart will be aching, 
Aching for you all in vain.
Then

Sometimes when I'm all alone, dear, 
Thinking of days we once knew, 
Often it seems you are near me 
Oh! how I wish it were true. 
But

dreams, just dreams of you, it seems 
That's all that's left for me. 
Tears, just tears, for the bygone years, 
I must pay my penalty; 
"To err is but human, forgiveness, divine," 
But you don't seem to see it that way, honey mine, 
And so dreams, just dreams of you, it seems 
That's all that's left for me.