Life begins, and spirits rise And they become memories that vaporize And the vapor becomes all the dreams we devise And while we are dreaming, time flies Night turns to dawn, and dreams to sighs And sighs become sweet love that never dies And love becomes laughter and lullabies And while we are dreaming, time flies While we are dreaming, we meet and exchange Conversations routinely and nothing seems strange But when we awake, there's a sense of unease That another night's gone just as quick as you please Night turns to dawn, and then bright skies And bright skies to picnics on warm Julys To deep umber autumns and winter goodbyes And while we are dreaming, time flies While we are dreaming, time flies Time flies Time flies Time flies...