Where is that secret glade?
The one where time seems to fade
In that place magic pools
And fairies lounge on toadstools
Through it flows the silver stream
I can still see it in my dreams
You can hear the trees talk
Just close your eyes while you walk
At night all the stars will wink
And in fly Peter Pan and Tink
On his pipes he calls the Wild
And if you are a beast or child
You can feel the song in your chest
But I now have a silent breast
I can't find the secret spot
I think I grew up and forgot
But you are young and know the way
I know full well that I have to stay
Just tell me stories of your fun
And I will remember being young