If you'll trust me and give me your hand
And go where I ask you to wander
I will lead you away to a beautiful land
The land of mine that's waiting out yonder

We'll walk in a suckle sweet garden out there
Where the moonlight and starlight are streaming
And the flowers and birds are filling the air
With fragrance and music of dreaming

I'll rock you gently on a silver-dew stream
And sing you to sleep with the stars above
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little love

And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In your arms that have held me so often
And the wide awake stars shall sing in my stead
A song which our dreaming shall soften

So trust me and let me take your hand
Then off through the starlight we'll wander
Away through the mist to that beautiful land
The land of mine that's waiting out yonder

"There is a garden in the mind of every writer, where the world bends and flows with their will. An offer to enter and share their world is a gift, for it is the deepest place of self-expression and sanctuary to them."