 My dreams are angels' kisse
 Lightly they touch my heart,
 Tip‑toe shadow caresse
 They are my Godder par
 There is a flower in my han
 It is not found in field
 God looks and can understand,
 For He is the dreamer who build
 He knows how dreams are set up,
 He knows how flowers are made gla
 Look: I hold up my cup
 And God gives me wine to be ma