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?