Come, little children.
I'll take thee away,
into a land of enchantment.
Come, little children.
The time has come to play,
here in my garden of shadows.
Follow, sweet children.
I'll show thee the way,
through all the pain and the sorrow.
Weep not, poor children,
for life is this way.
Murdering beauty and passions.
Hush now, dear children.
It must be this way...
Too weary of life and deceptions.
Rest now, my children,
for soon we'll away
into the calm and the quiet.
Ooh...
Come, little children.
I'll take thee away,
into a land of enchantment.
Come, little children.
The time has come to play,
here in my garden of shadows.
