You've heard about the Fairyland
   Where people walk hand in hand,
   I tell you I know where it is
   It's past the Apples of the Sun
   Near the Land of the Golden One,
   Far beyond the rising sun
   You pass the oceans of this land
   Pass the man with the golden hand
   You smile as you watch the Dragons fly
   And play upon the golden shore
   And bang upon his magic door
   Behind which people never die
   When finally you make the scene
   You see things you never dream
   You thought they were only in your mind
   Where Unicorns and young Gods play
   From the break of dawn to the end of day
   Always happy and kind in their minds.