Take this kiss upon the brow
And in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
You are not,not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day
In a vision or in none
Is it therefore the less gone
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
All that we see or seem
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
(Instrumental)
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf tormented shore
And i hold within my hands
Grains of the golden sand
Oh how they creep through my fingers to the deep
While i weep while i weep
Oh god can i not grasp them with a tighter clasp
Oh god can i not save one from the pitiless wave
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream