It isn't a dream anymore, It's sweeter than ever before, To see you, to hold you, the way I do, It's almost too good to be true. At last I can say what I feel, and know what I'm saying is real, You're summer, you're spring, and you're everything I adore, You're all the sweet music I've ever heard, Please listen and don't say a word. You're all that I dream, but it isn't a dream anymore.