Mister Sandman, bring me a dream...

"Mister Sandman, bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen

Give him two lips like roses in clover

Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen

Give him the word that I'm not a rover

Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream

Mister Sandman, bring us a dream

Give him a pair of eyes with a "come hither" gleam

Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci

And lots of wavy hair like Liberacci

Mister Sandman, someone to hold

Would be so peachy before we're to old

So please turn on your magic beam

Mister Sandman, bring us

Please, please, please

Mister Sandman, bring us a dream 

(Chordettes, Mister Sandman)

Estas tardes frescas fazem-me lembrar a ribeira do Porto. A vista para Gaia, o rio, o Sandman do outro lado, o frio e as ruas que nos levavam sempre a qualquer café acolhedor e engraçado. Estas tardes frescas dão-me vontade de sair e ir dançar! Parvoíces de uma tarde de Outono.