WHEN I MET YOU.
Copyright. 1896, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Hugh Morton. Music by Gustave Kerker.
In those long years, sweet girl, before I knew you,
The dreams I dreamed like madness seemed.
I dreamt that fat, fair maid, would lend me to you;
I dreamt that fortune on me beamed;
I dreamt of wealth untold. I scoffed at sadness,
I felt divine, the world was mine,
I dreamt that life would prove a perfumed madness
Of roses, love, and surging wine,
And then, and then my dreams came true,
When my unworthy eyes saw you;
My wildest, dearest, sweetest dreams came true
When I met you, when I met you!
No youth e'er dreamed before such dreams as mine were,
My castles fair, reared high in air;
My hopes of triumphs gained, almost divine were;
I looked for fortune everywhere:
I thought my path would lead thro' fields of flowers,
That ev'ry prize would greet my eyes.
While love und mirth should fill my waking hours,
And make my world a paradise,
And then, and then my dreams came true, etc.