Journey Through My Fantasies
Through the wood of my imagination I walk
Hearing squirrels jump and big birds squak
And along with the bugs and birds and bees
I meet the creatures of my fantasies
The spirits of the woods and streams
Whisp through the air and forest weeds
Under the bright yellow sun they fly
Or under the full moon in the black night sky
I walk past gnome holes and houses of elves
Through whose windows I see the immortals themselves
I see the bear-king with his court and his crown
And his Queen cheering those who sport a frown
I see the sirens that live among the trees
Beautiful women with hair like autumn leaves
They call you in with their charming song
And draw men to their deaths in sizeable throngs
I see trolls and goblins, pixies and dwarves
Faeries and night-wolves and knights with their swords
Dragons and monsters and witches and shadows
I see rodents running from the hooting of owls
This is my secret place where no one can go
My imagination, the safest place in the entire world
Hearing squirrels jump and big birds squak
And along with the bugs and birds and bees
I meet the creatures of my fantasies
The spirits of the woods and streams
Whisp through the air and forest weeds
Under the bright yellow sun they fly
Or under the full moon in the black night sky
I walk past gnome holes and houses of elves
Through whose windows I see the immortals themselves
I see the bear-king with his court and his crown
And his Queen cheering those who sport a frown
I see the sirens that live among the trees
Beautiful women with hair like autumn leaves
They call you in with their charming song
And draw men to their deaths in sizeable throngs
I see trolls and goblins, pixies and dwarves
Faeries and night-wolves and knights with their swords
Dragons and monsters and witches and shadows
I see rodents running from the hooting of owls
This is my secret place where no one can go
My imagination, the safest place in the entire world