To a land of make believe
where the flowers have eyes
and the swallows sing
along a trail made of beeswax
careful, don’t step on the cracks
won’t you let the world cry its tears
and stay in my imagination, pass along years
just me and you you and me
living together happily
come with me
to a land of make believe
where fairies fly
and no one leaves
and you can just be
whoever you want to be
swallow a fly
join a managerie
but only if you take my hand
we are off to never never land
where the skies turn pink beneath your touch
we lay our heads on clouds of plush
and fly with the stars leading the way
until the light comes to signal day
then we can giggle, dance naked in a field of gold
and tell our stories which have been left untold
of treasures, and dreams,
of breaking the seams
where cotton falls on the bedside
on the lonely nights that I have cried
Oh come with me
and I will be