The dreams that we dream when asleep;
A land of love that is always new,
Where the joyous never weep?
And the dreams that we dream when wide awake,
When the silence is on our soul,
When we look far out where the shadows break,
And the Dead sea billows roll.
Oh, is there a land where we shall awake,
From a dream that is full of sighs,
In a land where the boughs of the green trees shake