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

INVIA LE CORREZIONI