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Underneath the orchard trees lies a gypsy sleeping, / Tattered cloak and swarthy face and shaggy moonlit hair, / One brown hand his crazy fiddle in its grasp is keeping, / Through the Land of Dreams he strolls and sings his love songs / there.
Up above the apple blossoms where the stars are shining, / Free and careless wandering among the clouds he goes, / Singing of his lady-love and for her pleasure twining / Wreaths of Heaven flowers, violet and golden rose.
In his sleep he stirs, and wakes to find his love beside him, / Pours his load of Dreamland blooms before her silver feet, / Takes her in his arms and as her soft brown tresses hide him / Both together fare to Dreamland up the star-paved street.