Will you meet with me today?
By our stream deep in the meadows?
We can lay under the willows,
talking softly of our dreams.

And as the lazy branches sway-
-smiling hushed while we repose,
we can drift out of this world,
where nothing is quite as it seems.

In time we'll slowly fade away-
-into a silent breeze that blows,
lets fly so far beyond this life?
Into an unknown land supreme;

A land of skies blue and serene;
Of dusty clouds and vibrant ferns;
A hazy tranquil land of dreams;
A land from which we won't return.