There will be violins playing

Softly, somewhere, won't there?

I shall be flying through rainbows

Though I can't fly, shan't I?

And when he lowers his lips

To kiss me, surely

The world will be lost from view

How much of the dream comes true?

He'll be the prince

Out of every childhood story, surely

His arms could crush me

But he will hold me gently, won't he?

And as the dawn slowly opens one eye,

Won't I find life wonderful and new?

How much of the dream comes true?

How much of the dream comes true?