Bright fields of poppies blushing red
Are in my dreams of you
Streaming down the grassy hill ahead
Lies a river of crystal blue

Each night in dreams I wait upon the hill
Slowly picking flowers there
To place in vases upon my windowsill
And grace my wavy hair

With all my lovely flowers in full view
I wait for your sweet face
To meet me like you always do
In our secret place

In my dreams I always run to you
When I see you near
To show you what I picked for you
And hold you close my dear