My Fail Dreams

In the black night i go softly Holding those precious dreams Against my pretty tender heart And grave them under the shadow tree of life My dreams love the sweet moon light There is no evil in their white sigh They are all shy and hide from the wicked Till will come the spring bright they will again shine as gold under the sun And will cry their joy in the summer heat As a baby who come to the life light My frail dreams i keep them for hatching And tenderly till they shall comme true .