Writer(s): Sam Lewis / Joe Young / Ralph Erwin
In dreams I kiss your hand, madame, your dainty fingertips,
And while in slumberland, madame, I’m begging for your lips.
I haven’t any right, madame, to do the things I do.
Just when I hold you tight, madame, you vanish with the night, madame.
In dreams I kiss your hand, madame, and pray my dreams come true.