MARGARET, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart
Words and Music by Fred Small Copyright 1994 Pine Barrens Music (BMI) Awake arise all you who slumber Daylight is driving the stars from the sky Every
The stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper I love you Birds singing in the Sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-
Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you". Birds singing in the sycamore tree, "Dream a little dream of me". Say "nighty
[HOPE] Goodbye, little dream, goodbye, You made my romance sublime, Now it's time to fly, For the stars have fled from heavens, The moon's deserted
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper I love you Birds singinin the sickamore tree Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-night
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-
Do you recall seeing no way that we could get through? Those nights spent thinking, "Our dreams may be just small enough to come true?" So steal away
Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, "Ilove you". Birds singing in the sycamore tree, "Dream a little dream of me". Say "nighty
Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein, es ruhn Schafchen und Vogelein, Garten und Wiese verstummt, auch nicht ein Bienchen mehr summt, der Mond mit
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you" Birds singin? in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-night
(Wilbur Schwandt and Fabian Andree / Gus Kahn) Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore
Je reve, je reve, je reve, Des petits hommes verts, hommes verts, hommes verts Aux p'tits yeux, en pastilles de menthe. Qui viennent, qui viennent, qui
Siempre sone, con tener angina en mi cama. Nunca papa me beso y me dijo "hasta manana". Quice tener una bici, que me lleve a todos lados. Me gustaria
(W. Schwant / F. Andre / G. Kahn) Yes, stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore trees
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper I love you Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me Say nighty night