Eugene Field

“ For I'll
song which our dream - ing shall soft - en. So,
walk in a sweet po - sie - gar - den out there, Where
rock you a - way on a sil - ver - dew stream, And
Moth - er - my - Love, let me take your dear han, And a-
moon -light and star - light are stream-ing, And the
sing you a - sleep when you're wea - ry, And
way thro' the star - light we'll wan - der,— A -
flowers and the bird are fill - ing the air With the
no one shall know of our beau-ti - ful dream But
way through the mist to the beau-ti - ful land,—The
fra - grance and mu - sic of dream - ing. ”