Step inside and come with me
Oh, what a beautiful word we shall see
We'll float up and away and out the door
To see things that have never been seen before
We'll sail on a breeze made of the free
Higher than the highliest tree
Far across the seven seas
To the far away land of dreams
Where the grass grows green
And the sun always shines
Where the rivers are free of muck and grime
Where the dream makers weave
The dreams of the world
Where many stories are told and retold
Of
Hopes
And wishes
Angers
And fears
Hates
And loves
Sadness
And tears
Where the dreams are sent out
On the beautifulest breeze
Up and over the highliest trees
Through the air
Under the sea
To many places
Seen and unseen
To people everywhere
Like you or me
So they can see
What could have been
What should have been
What might have been
What never shall be
But the one thing they will never see
Is the smallest glimpse of the land of dreams
So won't you step inside
And come with me
To see the dream weaver's world?