There is a land not far from the ears of sound. The eyes of sight can't see. It's over the trees. You'll be there by tomorrow's breeze. . Few people get there quick.
Fine rock a-pooling coast. This starfish-on-the-toast. The men in the crabbing boats they cry. . Far across the harbor. And 'round the sandy cove. The shepherd with his pipe and sheep he drove.
Oh, happy I am. Call on the new day. People and flowers. Are one in the same. They're all in a chain. At the beginning of a new world. . Someone's singing and I think it's me.
Sailing homeward, it's time to go home. Over the ocean of life we must roam. And when you get there, say hello for me. For I've a long, long way to go.
I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies. That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze. Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes.
Josie, I won't fail ya. I won't fail you have no fear. Josie, I won't fail ya. Give me one more chance to be as near. . The meadows, they are bursting.
Do you have a shirt that you really love. One that you feel so groovy in?. You don't even mind if it starts to fade. That only makes it nicer still. .
Thrown like a star in my vast sleep. I open my eyes to take a peep. To find that I was by the sea. Gazing with tranquility. . 'Twas then when the hurdy gurdy man.
Guinevere, of the royal court of Arthur. Draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase. Sparkles on fingers slender and pale.
Get your bearing, know your time. Don't you worry, weather's fine. All the world know what I'm saying. All the world know what I'm saying. The world know fine well.
Yellow is the color of my true love's hair. In the mornin' when we rise. In the mornin' when we rise. That's the time, that's the time I love the best.
For every boy, there is a girl. For every dream, there is a real world. For every lip, there is a kiss. For every cheek, there is a caress. . Take off those clothes, they're strangling you.