Fast within the walls of somewhere, 
On the stream of bye and bye,
I can see its turrets rising, close against 
the distant sky;
Through its lofty halls I wander,
While the moonlight sheds its beam on each
treasured thing of beauty ,
In the castle of my dreams.

Could I take you to my stronghold,
You would wish that you might stay,
Where the birds in joyful chorus,
Chant the songs of yesterday, 
Where the golden light of fancy,
Like some distance beacon gleams,
Guiding on to things of rapture,
In the castle of my dreams.

CYNANN