You're a weaver of dreams, you with your strange fascination. You're a weaver of dreams, thrilling, enchanting me too. Just to hear you speak can leave me weak as a babe in arms, poor little babe in arms, helpless before your charms. You're a weaver of dreams, you with your kiss warm and tender. You're a weaver of dreams, you with your come hither smile. I'm in your spell and there's no cure I'm lost for sure, for you're a weaver of dreams, and I'm in love with you.