The tears that kept on shedding have to place

In this wonderland that is as delicate as lace

And meandering like the forests of your childhood

And all the trees were protective, and safe, and good.

The nerves of the waking hour will be hindered

All doubts and poor revelations will all be cindered

Come under the willow tree that will you protection

And doze and bask whilst receiving some restoration.

Oh, my darling, dear one whose troubles await

Within this dreamworld, see them all abate

The night is for peace and tranquility and cosiness,

Under the moon, revere at the stars and their kindness.

And when the morning lark trumpets by the rising sun

When the light of the moon and the stars are done

And when the kettle boils with your breads baking

You will soon realise that the day is for your taking.