A thought, a dream, a wistful wish, floating here and there,
Rising from the towering clouds, my castle in the air.
Whose very walls guard happiness, home with my maiden fair,
And earthly thoughts, lost, faraway, my throne, my rocking chair.
Let’s meet again in dreamland, amid the deep night sky,
There, dance among the shining stars, hung, celestial high.
The moon, her restful watching, the sleepy clouds, we lie,
Until the rise of morning, alas, for now, goodbye.