Poor little dreamer While away the hours Nostalgic for the memories you never knew With borrowed visions of a better time You know you’re out of tune Singing sighs of hidden fantasies that no one understands But you, little dreamer Dream on Poor little dreamer Don’t open up your eyes Or you may find the old folks aren’t at home no more Swanee River dying Wrote her legacy on muddy shores: To each and every man I leave five million grains Of dust and sand But you, little dreamer Dream on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on Poor little dreamer If you were only rich Then you could really build your castle in the sky Well, or at least atop a mountain You could sleep upon a cloud And wear its silver lining in your hair With no one else around But you, little dreamer Don’t turn away from me You know I’d be the last to wake you from your slumber I know it seems sometimes that I’m not with you Please don’t get me wrong You see, I gave up dreaming long ago One Sunday on the moon But you, little dreamer Dream on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on Poor little dreamer You know you’re old, you’re gone No earthly good to anyone You’re all alone now But earthly goods, they come and go As we have seen so many times So if you think you have the time Then maybe someday you can dream For me, little dreamer Dream on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on