I have something sweet to tell you-
But the secret you must keep-
And remember if it isn’t right,
I’m talking in my sleep.

For I know I am but dreaming
When I think your love is mine,
And I know they are but seeming
All the hopes that round me shine.

So remember when I tell you
What I can no longer keep;
We are none of us responsible
For what we may say in sleep.

My pretty secret’s coming,
Oh! listen with your heart;
Then you shall hear it humming
So close it will make you start.

Oh! Shut your eyes so earnest,
For mine will wildly weep;
I love you, I adore you- but
I am walking in my sleep.