There is something about the old songs that make life feel better...at least to me. When I was in grade school, I used to go to my friend's house next door and the two of us would sit at her grandmother's piano and play and sing this song. It is such a nice memory. Her grandmother's name was Mrs. Klammer. In the summer when my friend and her family would go to their lake cottage Mrs. Klammer didn't want to be home alone. She paid me a dollar to come and sleep at her house each night and then served me toast in the morning before I went back home.
Words & Music By Stephen Foster
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
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