Intro: The fragile gentle butterfly with multi-coloured wings Settles on the toadstools in the midst of fairy rings Midsummer sounds of tinkle bells as sweet Titania sings. Or am I drea__ming Or am I drea______ming? 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. Or am I drea__ming Or am I drea______ming? Bridge: 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. Or am I drea__ming Or am I drea______ming? The magic mountain music man is really rather shy Or am I drea______ming?