• The Secret Land

    In a land far away that's never been found,
    In a land in a cave, far under the ground.
    In a land full of magic, forgotten and old,
    The flowers are pink, blue, purple, and gold.

    You'll see chipmunks and squirrels,
    And hear birds chirping with quarrels.
    And abundantly growing, through the legends it's told,
    The flowers are pink, blue, purple, and gold.

    The butterflies are there, too,
    Flying above with wings anew.
    Because springtime is here and it's no longer cold,
    The flowers are pink, blue, purple, and gold.

    The river rushes far away,
    trees swaying above to this day.
    But with beautiful petals and growing so bold,
    The flowers are pink, blue, purple, and gold.

    Trees, animals, rivers, and streams,
    I guess can be in a cave only in dreams.
    But even if it's a dream, low and behold,
    The flowers are pink, blue, purple, and gold.

    It all disappears when you open your eyes,
    Though it's said by some it's believed by the wise;
    That in a land full of magic, forgotten and old,
    The flowers are pink, blue, purple, and gold.

    (c) ME