There's a quiet bench

Under the shade of the rosewood tree

And I'd love to sit there in silence

And drown in my reverie

There's few places as sweet

As the caverns of the mind

Where I can leave the wanton worries

And the madness of the world behind

In silence can I ponder

And then I can I breathe

And never here have I seen

The darkness of chaos seethe

In quiet splendor Angel's play

And in the light are seen

Meddling with the monarchs

And dancing with the Fairy Queen

Yonder out in the farthest vale

The dwarves make work their toil

They work until the days it through

Resting happily on the fertile soil

In the forests by the brook

The elves are busy at play

It amuses me to watch them

And see them on their way

Few can see the majesty

The likes of make-believe

For those in daily, hectic lives

Are too busy to take their leave

Take my hand, sweet playfellow, friend

And come with me to the sunny dale

And never again be a stranger

Or slave in Reality's jail

Dwell with me forever here

And dance and sing and praise

Here in perfect harmony

Will we forever while away our days

With elves and angels all about

And happiness abounding

Let's be forever more unrepressed

And hear the joyous calls sounding!