Lyrics:
Doris
When my heart grows faint and weary, when the world goes sadly ill, It is sweet to hear you, dearie, whisper that you love me still.
Gretchen
It is sweet to talk with you, dear, of the woods and crystal streams, And the roses wet with dew, dear, in the island of our dreams.
Both
In the beautiful isle of our dreams, dear, There is never a sorrow or pain; Every trouble and care quickly vanishes there, And all is made happy again. So we'll leave this cold weary old world, dear, Where there's nothing that's quite what it seems, And we'll sail o'er the sea where for just you and me, There's a home, in the isle of our dreams!
Doris
When my heart grows faint and weary, when the world goes sadly ill, It is sweet to hear you, dearie, whisper that you love me still.
Gretchen
It is sweet to talk with you, dear, of the woods and crystal streams, And the roses wet with dew, dear, in the island of our dreams.
Both
In the beautiful isle of our dreams, dear, There is never a sorrow or pain; Every trouble and care quickly vanishes there, And all is made happy again. So we’ll leave this cold weary old world, dear, Where there’s nothing that’s quite what it seems, And we’ll sail o’er the sea where for just you and me, There’s a home, in the isle of our dreams!
Doris
When my heart grows faint and weary, when the world goes sadly ill, It is sweet to hear you, dearie, whisper that you love me still.
Gretchen
It is sweet to talk with you, dear, of the woods and crystal streams, And the roses wet with dew, dear, in the island of our dreams.
Both
In the beautiful isle of our dreams, dear, There is never a sorrow or pain; Every trouble and care quickly vanishes there, And all is made happy again. So we’ll leave this cold weary old world, dear, Where there’s nothing that’s quite what it seems, And we’ll sail o’er the sea where for just you and me, There’s a home, in the isle of our dreams!
