Copyright, 1890, by C. H. Kimball.
Words by Samuel Minturn Peck. Music by W. S. H. Jones.
The sweetness of love is dreaming sweet dreams that will never come true,
With the star of hope blissfully beaming in a bright and impossible hue.
Dreaming that vows fondly spoken will ever be true as they seem,
Dreaming that hearts ne'er are broken, dreaming that life is a dream.
Oh, Fate, awake me not. sweet dreams forsake me not,
Shine on, fair star, in love's beautiful blue,
Dreaming you love me yet, dreaming you'll ne'er forget,
Let me not waken to find love untrue.
The sorrow of life is waking to a world that is wither'd and old,
With the star of hope quickly forsaking a sky that is faded and cold.
Waking when time bath bereft us of all that the future endears,
Waking When nothing is left us, nothing but sorrows and tears.- Chorus.