It was the night before, When all through the world, No words, no dreams Then one day, A writer by a fire Imagined all of Gaia Took a journey into a child-man's heart... A painter on the shore Imagined all the world Within a snowflake on his palm Unframed by poetry A canvas of awe Planet Earth falling back into the stars I am the voice of Never, Never Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear I am the journey, I am the destination, I am the home The tale that reads you A way to taste the night, The elusive high Follow the madness, Alice you know once did Imaginarium, a dream emporium! Caress the tales And they will dream you real A storyteller's game, Lips that intoxicate The core of all life Is a limitless chest of tales... I am the voice of Never, Never Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear I am the voice of Never, Never Land The innocence, the dreams of every man Searching heavens for another earth... I am the voice of Never, Never Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear