Past the fourth turn by the barn
Where mrs. Fullman lived till she passed on
There is a cottage by the lakeside
Where fairies come out at night
There's a music box in the bedroom
It's playing songs from 1922
And if you listen for long enough
You'll fall asleep and might wake up

Walking in a wonderland
Played in by a marching band
Reaching for a peach
From a shiny purple tree

A butterfly the size of you
Offers to go flying with you
Climb on to her back
And doze off as you relax

Past the light post by the sea
There is a forest with no trees
And there is a garden by the wayside
Where flowers grow over night

There's a music box in the bay
Down on the seabed not so far away
And if you lean in just close enough
You'll be taken by the water and might wake up

Walking in a wonderland
Played in by the singing sand
Waking from a dream
On an underwater beach

A manta ray the brightest blue
Offers to go flying with you
Lay down on her back
And doze off as you relax

Oh the places in your dreams
Are they fiction, or memory?
If you listen for long enough
You'll fall asleep