All I do the whole day through is dream of you. And with the dawn I still go on and dream of you. You're every thought, every scheme, every dream I ever dreamed. Summer, winter, autumn and spring.
And were there more than 24 hours a day, They'd be spent in sweet content dreaming away. When skies are gray, skies are blue Morning, noon and nighttime, too All I do the whole day through is dream of you.