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 a snowflake on his palm 

Unframed by poetry 
canvas of awe 
Planet Earth falling back into 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 

way to taste the night 
The elusive high 
Follow the madness 
Alice, you know once did 

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