ALL through the happy Childhood land They travel the Shining Way,The children fresh from the dawn of life, With never a thought but play.
There's never a care 'neath the shining hair Where the sunrise stores its beams;The wind that blows is the wind of morn From the shore of the Sea of Dreams.
There's no other way so glad and sweet, And no other sky so blue,And the joy of the road to the children is That nothing but dreams come true.
There are great dream meadows and purple hills That only the children know;They can tell where the tall dream cities rise, And the sweet dream flowers grow.
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