It was the night before When all through the world No words, no dreams Then one day A writer by a fire Imagined all of Gaia Took a journey into a childmen heart... A painter on the shore Imagined all the world Within the snowflake on his palm A dream of poetry A canvas of awe Planet Earth Falling back in to the stars... I am the voice of never, never land The innocence of dreams from every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real Every memory that you hold dear I am the journey I am the destination I am the whole mad tale
That grieves you Away to taste the night The ilusive high Follow the madness Alice you know once did? Imaginarium, a dream emporium! Caress the tales And they will read you real A storyteller's game Lips are intoxicated The calling heart Is a limitless chest of tales... I am the voice of never, never land The innocence of dreams from every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real Every memory that you hold dear I am the voice of never, never land The innocence of dreams from every man Searching heavens for another earth...