A Weaver of Dreams / There Will Never Be Another You

You’re a weaver of dreams

You and your strange fascination

You’re a weaver of dreams

You and your come-hither smile

Just to hear you speak

Can leave me weak as a babe in arms

Poor little babe in arms

Helpless before your charms

You’re a weaver of dreams

You and your lips warm and tender

Just like magic it seems

Thrilling, enchanting me too

I’m in your spell and there’s no cure

I’m lost for sure

`Cause there will never ever be another you

You’re a weaver of dreams

And I’m in love with you.