SHE COMES TO ME WHEN NIGHT FALLS
WHEN ALL HAS COME TO REST.
SHE COMES TO ME IN MOONLIGHT
TO BE MY SPECIAL GUEST.
SHE COMES TO PASS THE LONELY NIGHT
SHE'S MINE TO SEE AND HEAR.
SHE COMES TO ME, AS ALWAYS,
IN DREAMS I HOLD SO DEAR.
EVERY NIGHT A DIFFERENT DREAM
OF WHAT I WISH COULD BE:
TWO PEOPLE, BATHED IN LOVE-
SHE IS ALL I LONG TO SEE.
THE DREAMS APPEAR SO VERY REAL,
SHE IS ALWAYS KIND AND SWEET.
COULD THEY BE A PREMONITION
OF THE DAY WHEN WE WILL MEET?
ALL I'M LEFT TO DO IS HOPE
FOR A LOVE THAT'S MEANT TO BE.
THIS I DO IN ALL MY DREAMS-
WHEN EACH NIGHT SHE COMES TO ME.
William Thomas Kinsey