The Dream Keeper
Bring me all of your dreams, / You dreamer,
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
Bring me all of your dreams, / You dreamer,
When I get to be a composer / I'm gonna write me some music about
Hold fast to dreams / For if dreams die
Night funeral / In Harlem: