Dream Weaver
Tommy Dorsey
Strands of gold I weave. I'm a dream weaver come along with me to the land of make-believe. When I blend memories with nostalgic dreams happy yesterday is returned.
How do we hope into a troubled mind? It took me lots of years to learn. Any sad person with an empty life can be filled with joy if he'll try. Ask the dream weaver for a-
your worries.
Your heart's broken by the thing
I'm a dream weaver come along with me to the land of Make-believe
Beep, beep, beep, beep.