Take me to my home,
where the butterflies out-roar the lions,
in a forest made of amethysts
as it rains down liquid silver-dust.
Set me down to drink,
from a river of flowing lavender,
and to let me swim in a lake of gold.
Show me to the place,
where honey is the melody,
and music is the taste.
Bring me to where I can hear,
the silence of the shout,
and listen to the roaring of the whisper.
Set me in the world
where the wind will take me out to dance,
and the grass will play us honey,
as we dine on the music
served to us by the silver-dust rain.
Leave me in that land,
where the hills will rise above the mountains,
and the mountain will sink
below the valleys.
Let me be in the world,
where the petals of the rose,
are much more lethal than its thorns.
Then lay me down to rest,
on a bed made of a gentle breeze,
and tuck me in with moonbeams,
as the stars sing me to sleep.
Just Bring me to my home,
Oh someone, bring me home.
where the butterflies out-roar the lions,
in a forest made of amethysts
as it rains down liquid silver-dust.
Set me down to drink,
from a river of flowing lavender,
and to let me swim in a lake of gold.
Show me to the place,
where honey is the melody,
and music is the taste.
Bring me to where I can hear,
the silence of the shout,
and listen to the roaring of the whisper.
Set me in the world
where the wind will take me out to dance,
and the grass will play us honey,
as we dine on the music
served to us by the silver-dust rain.
Leave me in that land,
where the hills will rise above the mountains,
and the mountain will sink
below the valleys.
Let me be in the world,
where the petals of the rose,
are much more lethal than its thorns.
Then lay me down to rest,
on a bed made of a gentle breeze,
and tuck me in with moonbeams,
as the stars sing me to sleep.
Just Bring me to my home,
Oh someone, bring me home.
