Somewhere there's another land 
different from this world below, 
far more mercifully planned 
than the [bad word] place we know. 
Innocence and peace are there-- 
all is good that is desired. 
Faces there are always fair; 
love grows never old nor tired. 

We shall never find that lovely 
land of might-have-been. 
I can never be your king nor 
you can be my queen. 
Days may pass and years may pass 
and seas may lie between-- 
We shall never find that lovely 
land of might-have-been. 

Sometimes on the rarest nights [bad word] the vision calm and clear, 
gleaming with unearthly lights 
on our path of doubt and fear. 
Winds from that far land are blown, whispering with secret breath-- 
hope that plays a tune alone, 
love that conquers pain and death. 

Shall we ever find that lovely 
land of might-have-been? 
Will I ever be your king or you 
at last my queen? 
Days may pass and years may pass 
and seas may lie between-- 
Shall we ever find that lovely 
land of might-have-been?