My beautiful dreamer, this bird has flown,
Arise and come follow, my love, my own.

And we'll leave the wild wood maze,
And we'll end our wild wood days,
On a sea of dreams we'll sail, through still-scene haze, home.

Here's an open invitation: "Wish on a star,"
Winter's past; the way is washed in light,
Time to change your occupation,
Come as you are,
Where forever calls, beyond the night.

My beautiful dreamer, this bird has flown,
Arise and come follow, my love, my own.

And we'll leave the wild wood maze,
Put an end to wild wood days,
On a sea of dreams we'll sail, through still-scene haze, home.

"Come away,
The rains will soon be over and gone."

(Afternoon, Mr. Borthick, I believe a telegram arrived for you this morning.)

When you receive your invitation, wish on a star,
Here, forever calls beyond the night.

My beautiful dreamer, this bird has flown,
Arise and come follow, my love, my own.

And we'll leave the wild wood maze,
And we'll end our wild wood days,
On a sea of dreams we'll sail, through still-scene haze, home.