The Island Of Dreams

The Island Of Dreams

By Paul McCann

To the island of dreams , now its time to go ,

there’s nothing more to do , in this place we know.

Stitch up was left of today with silken threads

then with a blanket thrown over our heads

we will catch a gentle breeze and go to play

music with the friends who never go away .

On the island of dreams where life is ok

and tomorrows a place that’s so far away

we can be with those people who like to live

 and find all the dreams the sandman wants to give

on the island of dreams where everyone’s nice

eating sticky dates and iced coconut rice .

As mushroom soldiers go marching down the path

and funny little flowers who always laugh

in the secret gardens of the emperor 

who sits there to welcome every visitor

with pools of wisdom that he would sometimes share

to the people who would often come round there .

On the island of dreams beyond space and time

in the infinite realms of the divine

you can do want you want if you want to be ,

you can be silly or happy you and me

on the island of dreams everyone we know

has got enough time to let everything go .     

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