There's a place not far
where magic be;
I can touch the stars
and smell the sea.

There's a hill not far
where I can see;
the man in the moon
and he can see me.

There's a field not far
that's filled with flowers;
where I can sit
and dream for hours.

If I could be where magic be,
the hill not far,
that field of flowers;
then I would live forever.