Copyright © 2004 by Paul Howarth
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The sun is setting and the hour is late,
Once more I stand beside the wicket gate.
The bells are ringing out the dying day,
The children singing on their homeward way.
And he is whisp'ring words of sweet intent,
While I, half doubting, whisper a consent.

Is this a dream? then waking would be pain,
Oh! do not wake me, let me dream again!
Is this a dream? then waking would be pain,
Oh! do not wake me, do not wake me,
Let me dream again!

The clock is striking in the belfry tower,
And warns us of the ever fleeting hour,
But neither heeds the time which onward glides,
For time may pass away, but love abides.
I feel his kisses on my fever’d brow,
If we must part, ah! why should it be now?

Is this a dream? then waking would be pain,
Oh! do not wake me, let me dream again!
Is this a dream? then waking would be pain,
Oh! do not wake me, do not wake me,
Let me dream again!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Let Me dream Again
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