Out of your dreams
And into his arms
You long to fly
You don't need
Egyptian smelling
Salts to tell you
Why
Out of your dreams
And into the hush
Of falling shadows
When the mist
Is low
And stars
Are breaking
Through
Then out of your
Dreams you'll go
Into a dream
Come true
Make up your mind
Make up your mind
Laurey
Laurey dear
Make up your own
Make up your own
Story
Laurey dear
Ol' Pharaoh's
Daughter
Won't tell you
What to do
Ask your heart
Whatever it tells
You will be true
Out of my dreams
And into your arms
I long to fly
I will come as
Evening comes
To woo a
Waiting sky
Out of my dreams
And into the
Hush of falling
Shadows
When the mist
Is low
And stars are
Breaking through
Then out of
My dreams
I'll go into a dream
With you