Yardbirds, The – Dream Within a Dream

Here I stand amid the roar

Of a surf tormented shore

And I hold within my hand

Grains of a golden sand

How few how yet they creep

Through my fingers to the deep

While I weep, while I weep

Oh God can I not grasp

One with a tighter clasp

Oh God can I not save

One from the pitiless wave

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream

But a dream, but a dream

Take this kiss upon the brow

And in parting from you now

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream

But a dream, but a dream