It was the night before
When all through the world:
No words, no dreams - then, one day
writer by a fire
Imagine all of Gaia
Took a journey into a childless heart
painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake or his path
I'll free the poetry, until it's all done / until it's over
Gliding in, falling back into the stars

I am the voice of never never land
The innocence of dreams of every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
silent kite against a 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 whole mad tale that reads you
Away to taste the night - the illusive hight
Follow the madness, unless you know what's real
Imaginarium, a dream emporium
Caress the tales and they will be
story teller's game
Each ride intoxicate / with that he flicks the gate [ей богу, еще никогда не было такого разброса в версиях!]
The call of warlock is the limitless chest of tales [начало строчки явно не такое, тяжело разобрать]

I am the voice of never never land
The innocence of dreams of every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
silent kite against a 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 of dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another hand

Never land
Innocence
Dreams are everywhere
Never land
Innocence
Every man
Peter Pan

I am the voice of never never land
The innocence of dreams of every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
silent kite against a blue blue sky
Every chimney every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear