I know of a dream far from here,
Where the mountain meets the sky
And a little bit beyond, where trees
Not ever cast their leaves, flowers
Always bloom, and the breeze is
A hum of love. Those ancient days
When I was a child; that dream
Walked with me till I grew up and
Became assimilated by the secular.
My dream grew wings and flew to
A place where only a child is let in.
The memory prevailed, the longing
Too and the melodious wisdom that
Once upon a time I was a child.