if you wear this silver bonnet
i will sew my heart upon it
for this bonnet makes you seem
like someone i met in a dream, a dream

i won´t wear your silver bonnet
not unless some gold´s put on it
you can take your dreams back home
i have plenty of my own, my own

tell me something distant sister
if i found my dream and kissed her
would this vision of perfection
turn into my own reflection

who or what i am escapes me
every changing minute shapes me
what i get is what i yearn for
dreams are what i gladly burn for

in her cradle we have rocked her
tended by the dreaming doctor
now she waits in sleeping beauty
for some prince to do his duty