The fragile gentle butterfly

With multi-colored wings

Settles on the toadstools

In the midst of fairy rings

Midsummer sounds of tinkle bells

As sweet Titania sings Or am I dreaming?

Or am I dreaming? And I will have a castle

With a drawbridge and a moat

And light my open fires

With a brand new five pound note

And go off on a winter cruise

In a bright red sailing boat Pick the golden casket

And you'll get what you deserve

Yards of pure white chiffon

Falling in a graceful curve Crystal clear cut chandeliers

Orchids in a bowl

Mulled wine by the fire

And the finest ermine stole The water melon moon

Makes gentle progress in the sky

Upside down it's floating

As the satellites go by

And you can hold a conversation

If you're not too high The magic mountain music man

Is really rather shy

Or am I dreaming?