Of a dragon’s fire
And of a soldier’s funeral pyre
Of Dwarves, Fairies and Elves
And books of magic on many shelves
Heroes of old
About whom many stories are told
Castles, wizards and magic spells
And the things the merchant sells
Where all sorts of creatures roam the plains
Feeding on the many different grains
A place high in the sky
Where dragons are free to fly
A place full of enchantment and mystery
Is where I long to be
But the only way to get there it seems
Is in my dreams