If you wear this silver bonnet   I will sew my heart upon it   For this bonnet makes you seem   Like someone I met in a dream, a dream      I won't wear your silver bonnet   Not unless some gold's put on it   You can take your dreams back home   I have plenty of my own, my own      Tell me something distant sister   If I found my dream and kissed her   Would this vision of perfection   Turn into my own reflection      Who or what I am escapes me   Every changing minute shapes me   What I get is what I yearn for   Dreams are what I gladly burn for      In her cradle we have rocked her   Tended by the dreaming doctor   Now she waits in sleeping beauty   For some prince to do his duty