All I do is dream of you the whole night through With the dawn I still go on and dream of you. You're every thought, you're everything, You're every song I ever sing, Summer, winter, autumn and spring. And were there more than twenty four hours a day, They'd be spent in sweet content, dreaming away. When skies are grey, when skies are blue, Morning, noon and night-time, too, All I do is dream of you the whole day through