Day Dream Land

Jewel

Deep in the canyon 
down in the old woods 
where the hermit thrushes sing, 
I sit where the sun shines 
in a ferny circle and fly away 
on daydreams wings. 

I fly and I fly to my daydream land, 
I fly and I fly till the sun goes down, 
I fly and I fly till the moon comes up, 
and then I fly back home. 
And then I fly back home.