In some nook and corner, there was this world,
One painted with my dreams,
With dragons and gingerbread men, red apples and princesses,
Castles, meadows and clear, whispering streams.
Where the autumn red leaves, fell with a hush,
Covering brick roads with rustling carpets,
And the sky was always coloured dusk,
While the lark flew into the sunset.
And as you walked by the river, in the green glade.
With flowers dressed up pretty, for a masquerade,
You may find me there, alone,
Smiling, sleeping,
Lost in another forgotten world,
Dreaming.
