The floor creaks, the door squeaks, there's a field mouse a-nibbling on a broom. And I sit by myself, like a cobweb on a shelf, by myself in a lonely room. But when there's a moon in my window, and it slants down a beam across my bed, then the shadow of a tree starts a-dancing on the wall, and a dream starts a-dancing in my head. And all the things that I wish for, turn out like I want them to be. And I'm better in that smart alley cow hand, who thinks he is better than me. And the girl that I want ain't afraid of my arms, and her own soft arms keep me warm. And a long yellow hair falls across my face, just like the rain in a storm. The floor creaks, the door squeaks, and the mouse starts a-nibbling on the broom. And the sun flicks my eyes, it was all a pack of lies, I'm awake in a lonely room. I ain't gonna dream about her arms no more, I ain't gonna leave her alone. Goin' outside, get myself a bride, get me a woman to call my own.