Come, little children

I'll take thee away

Into a land

Of enchantment

Come, little children

The time's come to play

Here in my garden

Of magic

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