Close our eyes; sleep…dream…know what is in store,
As we pass in death out of this life’s door;
Just know that all our sorrows are no more;
Lay down all burdens, ev’n the clothes we wore.

Out there, to which this life is but a dream;
In that waking, we forget all our cares;
Blissful peace and ecstasy rule supreme;
Sadness, fear and worries are past affairs.

Inhibitions gone, there’s no tomorrow…
A child just thinks of the immediate “now”;
The future is not for us to borrow;
A fresh start: Every slate is white as snow.

A child, at last, in Never-Never Land…
Joy in an ancient tireless timelessness;
Following the footsteps of the God Pan;
A child to stay – forever and ageless.