I travel 'bout the world tonight Along aside the sea. I think for thought and think to bring And brought as come the dream. Brought has come the dream at last, At last has come the dream. She's my thoughts on broken mirrors, my hope my life my dream. I wait for her on island shores I wait in forrest green. My heart much more it means to her, And her much more to me. Her much more to me at last, At last much more to me. She's my thoughts on broken mirrors, my hope my life my dream. When I asleep she appears to me, But nothing more than a dream. I knew what now I knew when I began, and alone my life shall be. Alone my life shall be at last. At last my life shall be. For she's my thoughts on broken mirrors, and she's nothing more than a dream.