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.