City Of Dreams
Music by Louis Hirsch
Words by P.G. Wodehouse
From the Stage production "Oh, Dear!"
Published 1918 by T.B. Harms

Down in the val-ley where sun-beams grow
and stars go to rest when they're old,
Stands, ev-er cov-ered in sun-set glow
a won-der-ful cit-y of gold.

Oft-en I hoped I should see some day
That cit-y that oth-ers have known;
It's eas-y to find if you know the way,
But no-one can find it a-lone.

Dear gold-en cit-y!
Life is hap-py and se-rene there
Where lov-ers go
When it's spell they can't re-sist.

And how I pit-y all the folks
who've nev-er been there:
They'll nev-er know
All the won-ders they have missed

I'm going to stray there:
I've some one now to show the way there.
We'll go and stay there
It's much more sim-ple than it seems.

No one will find us
For we'll leave the world be-hind us
In our dear cit-y, Our cit-y of dreams.

Ma-ny are go-ing there ev-'ry day
and though some have sought it in vain,
No-one who ev-er has found the way
can ev-er for-get it a-gain.

Close to a riv-er whose wav-lets creep
And splash on the sil-ver-y sand,
It's not ver-y far from the Hills of Sleep,
And they are in Fa-ir-y Land.

Dear gold-en cit-y!
Life is hap-py and se-rene there
Where lov-ers go
When it's spell they can't re-sist.

And how I pit-y all the folks
who've nev-er been there:
They'll nev-er know
All the won-ders they have missed

I'm going to stray there:
I've some one now to show the way there.
We'll go and stay there
It's much more sim-ple than it seems.

No one will find us
For we'll leave the world be-hind us
In our dear cit-y, Our cit-y of dreams.