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