You took my empty dreams br And filled them every one br With tenderness and nobleness, br April and the sun. br br The old empty dreams br Where my thoughts would throng br Are far too full of happiness br To even hold a song. br br Oh, the empty dreams were dim br And the empty dreams were wide, br They were sweet and shadowy houses br Where my thoughts could hide. br br But you took my dreams away br And you made them all come true -- br My thoughts have no place now to play, br And nothing now to do.