It was the night before
When all through the world
No words, no dreams, then one dayA writer by a fire
Imagined all of Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man's heartA painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within the snowflake on his palmA dream of poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back into the starsI am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dearI am the journey
I am the destination
I am the home
The tale that reads youA way to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once didImaginarium
A dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real
A storyteller's game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a limitless chest of talesI am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter PanA silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dearI am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another EarthNeverland.
Innocence.
Dreams of every man.
Neverland.
Innocence.
Every man.
Peter Pan.Neverland.
Innocence.
Dreams of every man.
Neverland.
Innocence.
Every man.
Peter Pan.I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter PanA silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dearI am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter PanA silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear
