| When you
awoke on this special day, |
| And the sun
peeked in your window |
| And cast a
golden glow upon your face |
| And you
found the troubles of yesterday, |
| Had been
effaced and replaced with a smile, |
| No line of
worry a finger could trace, |
| Then
you’ll know that my magical |
| Dream-weaving-spell
has come true, |
| And that my
love knows no limits |
| When it
comes to you. |
