All I do the whole day thru, is dream of you,
and with the dawn, I still go on, dreaming of you.
You're every thought, you're everything,
you're every song I ever sing.
Summer, Winter, Autumn, and Spring.
And were there more than twenty-four hours a day,
they'd be spent in sweet content, dreaming away.
When skies are grey, when skies are blue,
Morning, noon, and nighttime, too,
All I do the whole day thru, is dream of you.
All I do is dream of you.
I keep dreaming of you.
You're every thought, you're everything,
you're every song I ever sing.
Summer, Winter, Autumn, and Spring.
And were there more than twenty-four hours a day,
they'd be spent in sweet content, dreaming away.
*Let that Big Band Play...*
All I do the whole day thru, is dream of you.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN