On time and tide, adrift along a sunset-dark ravine,
The things you've done throughout the day can once again be seen.
As the gathering gloom of evening draws the daylight to its breast,
You lay your head upon your pillow there to seek your rest,
And flashing through your mind will come a pattern…
This is your dream… this is your dream…
The highlights of your day are filtered through from way down deep
In your subconscious mind. As you are overcome by sleep,
The world of fantasy within the framework of your brain
Is given its night-time freedom and can go to work again,
And flashing through your mind will come a pattern…
This is your dream… this is your dream…
As the lifting veil of morning re-awakes the sleeping mind,
Your body – now revitalised – leaves fantasy behind
To gather more material by living through the day
To go to sleep when evening comes to dream the night away,
And flashing through your mind will come a pattern…
This is your dream… this is your dream…