Magical Elfish People

Lying in my bed at night,

Where will my dreams go?

Across to a foreign land,

Where trees are blanketed in snow.

For if I had a nightmare,

The people in that land,

Would erase it, just like that,

With their own two hands.

Nightmare erasing is their job,

The bad dreams cast at sea,

They send you to a peaceful place,

Where nightmares would never bother me.

The monsters and the serpents,

Are locked up tight forever,

That dream will never come back,

Never come back not ever.