It was the night before, 
When all through the world, 
No words, no dreams
Then one day, 
writer by a fire
Imagined all Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man's heart

painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within the snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetry, 
canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back in to the stars 

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man 
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan
silent kite against the blue, blue sky, 
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey, 
I am the destination 
I am the home
The tale that reads you
Away to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did

Imaginarium, a dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real
storyteller's game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a
Limitless chest of tales 

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man 
I am the empty Queen of Peter Pan
silent kite against the blue, blue sky, 
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man 
Searching heavens for another Earth