I know a place, far away, past the sea
So different from our world, that’s painful to be
It’s a land to be happy, a great jubilee
At last to be joyous, at last to be free
We all dream of paradise, such beauty galore
But all with their hopes up have thus far been sore
We may push and we plead and we all beg for more
We yearn to be free of the weight we’ve all bore
So come, follow me, to a happier place!
Where there is nothing of shame and disgrace!
Nothing but beauty and love on one’s face
The perfect cure for you and your sad, sorry case
The grass is always green and the sun always bright
The water runs clear amongst beautiful sights
The berries are juicy and sweet to the bite
The berries are juicy and sweet to the bite
Come, come with us, simply follow the light
Here there’s no race, none of sex, nor of age
No “weirdos”, no “stuck-ups”, no prejudice page
All folks are equal, all are the same-
in value of course! But unique in their ways!
We laugh and we play and we giggle in sun
No toil, no labor, no work to be done
No kids need be tended, no errands to run
For ‘tis joy and good times the inhabitants won
If you’re tired and weary and feel of despair
Come here with us to breath sweet, fresh, cool air
However you’re happy is your only care
When ends your life, you shall then meet us there
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