Over Mountains, fair and tall,
Over the Twilight’s mist,
We shall find a place of forever bliss.
Every flower blooms there,
and the grass is forever sweet,
And many trees who are lucky to live there,
glisten in their keep.
Flowers of gold,
Leaves of Blue,
And the tune sung there,
seems to come from stars, anew.
Tis a place of hopes and dreams,
were we can dance alone,
While birds pick up the beat,
of forever our dancing feet.