Come little children, I'll take thee away
into a land of enchantment.
Come little children the time's come to play,
here in my garden of shadows.
Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and the sorrows.
Weep not poor children for life is this way
murdering beauty and passion.
Hush now dear children, it must be this way
too weary of life and deceptions.
Rest now my children for soon we'll away
into the calm and the quite.
Uh Uh Uh..
Come little children, I'll take thee away
into a land of enchantment.
Come little children, the time's come to play,
here in my garden of shadows.
Uh Uh Uh..
