Every night I'm resting here,
In my big comfy easy chair,
Just dreaming away the hours,
While soft music fills the air.

Dreaming about cold winter nights,
We met at the skating rink.
We waltzed around for an hour or two,
Then went to the shack for a drink.

Crisp Spring evenings we went for a stroll,
Holding hands, laughing and talking.
How often you put one arm around me
And kissed my while we were walking.

Warm summer nights were spent at the beach,
On a blanket near the shore.
Alone except for the man in the moon,
Who could ask for more?

Lately before I fall asleep,
I actually can feel your touch.
God, please help this lonesome gal
I think she's dreaming too much.

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