| E | F#m | |
| Walking by yourself in the cold, cold winter |
| A | |
| Wrapped up in your coat like |
| B | E | |
| It's a magic blanket |
| E | |
| You say no matter where I go |
| F#m | |
| They all look like strangers |
| A | |
| You see the world only seems |
| B | E | |
| The fairytale that it isn't |
| F#m | |
| Dream on, dream on |
| B | E | |
| there's nothing wrong |
| F#m | |
| If you dream on, dream on |
| B | E | |
| Of being a swan |
| E | |
| And now you're looking at the sky |
| F#m | |
| Talking to your angel |
| A | |
| Could he turn this dirty street |
| B | E | |
| Into a flying carpet? |
| E | F#m | |
| But then you say I am not scared of anything |
| A | B | E | |
| Such a shy lie silent as a stone that is f | allin' down |
| F#m | |
| Dream on, dream on |
| B | E | |
| there's nothing wrong |
| F#m | |
| If you dream on, dream on |
| B | E | |
| Of being a swan |