Listen to me, I have beautiful dreams I can spin you,
Dreams to linger within you,
Close your eyes and we'll ride my carousel.
I'll sing you stories of lovers whose love used to fill me,
And the lovers who will be,
For, you see, love is one thing I do well.
Come, let's believe love can be just as sweet as it seems.
Let's live on dreams.

In my dreams, such beautiful lovers have found me!
Storybook lovers surround me!
Nothing is real, but I'm flying,
Sighing: Where, where, where is my storybook ending?
Why does my golden pretending
Leave me with nothing to hold but my dreams?

Oh, is it only in dreams that we find our ideal love?
Are there lovers with real love?
If you know how to feel love, show me how.
Oh, but my prince, if you can't be as sweet as you seem,
I'd rather dream!

In my dreams, such beautiful lovers have found me!
Storybook lovers surround me!
Nothing is real, but I'm flying,
Crying: Where, where, where is my storybook ending?
Why does my golden pretending
Leave me with nothing to hold but my dreams?

Come and wake me! Come be the love I can hold now!
Storybook love leaves me cold now!
Show me the way to stop dreaming!
There is only one perfect storybook ending!
That is the end of pretending!
That is the moment I say: Love me now!

Et sur ma manege, l'amour toujours est chantant,
Pour mes reves, c'est le commencement,
Et je cherche ma fin joyeuse.
Mais la fin de l'histoire ne viens pas tres doucement,
Pour l'histoire, c'est pour faire semblant.
J'embrasse rien que mes reves, seulement reves.

© The Scarlet Pimpernel by Frank Wildhorn and Nan Knighton