I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The times come to play
Here in my garden of shadows.
Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty and passions.
Hush now dear children
It must be this way
To weary of life and deceptions
Rest now my children
For soon we'll away
Into the calm and the quiet.
Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The times come to play
Here in my garden of shadows.
