Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths

Enwrought with golden and silver light

The blue and the dim and the dark cloth

Of night and light and the half-light

I would spread the cloth under your feet;

But I being poor have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet

Tread softly

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

But I being poor have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams