Come little children I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment,
Come little children the time's come to play,
Here in my garden of shadows.
Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Weep not poor children for life is this way,
murdering beauty and passions.
Hush now dear children
It must be this way to weary of life and exceptions.
Rest now my children for soon we'll away
Into the calm and the quite.
Uh Uh Uh.
Come little children I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment,
Come little children the time's come to play,
Here in my garden of shadows.