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