AT THE GATE OF THE PALACE OF DREAMS
(Words by Chas Baer / Music by Johann C. Schmid, 1912)


From the end of the world you come to me, while stars their
vigil keep, when the toil and moil of a dreary day, has
wearied me to sleep.

Every flower in the far off land of dreams, must vanish
with the morn; but you'll blush and bloom in this
heart of mine, a rose without a thorn.

Then we meet at the gate of the palace of dreams, that
opes with a golden key, at the edge of the world where
the love star beams, beams a welcome for you and
for me; where every breeze is a winged perfume
each flower a jewel seems, and the light in your eyes
that I prize never dies, at the gate of the palace of dreams.