Out of your dreams
And into his arms
You long to fly
You don′t need Egyptian smelling salts
To tell you why
Out of your dreams
And into the hush
Of falling shadows
When the mist is low
And stars are breaking through
Then out of your dreams you go
Into a dream come true
Make up your mind
Make up your mind, Laurey
Laurey, dear
Make up your own
Make up your own story
Laurey, dear
Old Pharaoh's daughter won′t tell you what to do
Ask your heart
Whatever it tells you will be true
Out of my dreams
And into your arms
I long to fly
I will come as evening comes to woo a waiting sky
Out of my dreams and into the hush
Of falling shadows
When the mist is low
And stars are breaking through
Then out of my dreams I'll go
Into a dream with you
