a candy coloured clown they call the sandman, tiptoes to my room every night, just to sprinkle star dust and to whisper, "go to sleep everything is alright;"
i close my eyes and i drift away, and to the magic night i softly say, a silent prayer, like dreamers do, then i fall asleep to dream my dreams of you;
in dreams i walk with you, in dreams i talk to you, in dreams you're mine, all of the time, we're together in dreams, in dreams;
but just before the dawn, i awake and find you gone, i can't help it, i can't help it if i cry, i remember when you said "goodbye".
it's too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams, only in dreams, in beautiful dreams, only in dreams, in beautiful dreams.