Music Box

Past the fourth turn, by the barn

Where Mrs. Fullman lived until 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

On a shiny purple tree

A butterfly the size of you

Offers to go fly with you

Climb onto her back

And doze off as you relax

Past the light post, by the sea

There is a forest with no trees

There is a garden by the wayside

Where flowers grow overnight

There's a music box in the bay

Down on the sea bed 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

Lie down on her back

And doze off as you relax

Oh, the places in your dreams

Are they fiction or memory?

And if you listen for long enough

You'll fall asleep