The Man Of My Dreams

Each night I prepare for the ritual, When through my window moonlight streams, I say a prayer, then close my eyes And await the man of my dreams Smiling angels watch as he pulls me close, And when his lips to mine are pressed, It's then I praise the Lord of Dreams, For now I know how I've been blessed And since that first night, the sweet dream recurs Each and every night without fail, I fall asleep, then I'm with him, And we start love's journey full sail I dare not question such a mystery, I'll not seek an explanation, Soon, the hour of the midnight bell Will fill with anticipation And now, because of some strange quirk of fate I need not fear, nor do I dread Chimes of the lonely midnight hour As I lay in my empty bed How many eyes are wet with burning tears While lifted to Heaven in prayer, With smile and song they'd greet a dream With a loving heart waiting there But how many hearts are breaking tonight, Longing for sleep to escape pain, They hide their faces from the day, But their efforts are all in vain And so in my dreams my love comes to me, I'm free of all sadness and tears, Nighttime provides enduring love.. That with the daylight disappears