It was the night before,
When all through the world,
No words, no dreams
Then one day,
A writer by a fire
Imagined all of Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man's heart
A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetry,
A canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back into the stars
I 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 dear
I am the journey,
I am the destination,
I am the home
The tale that reads you
A way to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did
Imaginarium, a dream emporium!
Caress the tales
And they will read you real
A storyteller's game,
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a
Limitless chest of tales
I 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 dear
I am the voice of Never-never-land
The innocence, the dreams from every man,
Searching heavens for another earth
I 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 dear
I 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 dear