YOUNG COSETTE 
There is a castle on a cloud, 
I like to go there in my sleep, 
Aren't any floors for me to sweep, 
Not in my castle on a cloud. 

There is a room that's full of toys, 
There are a hundred boys and girls, 
Nobody shouts or talks too loud, 
Not in my castle on a cloud. 

There is a lady all in white, 
Holds me and sings a lullaby, 
She's nice to see and she's soft to touch, 
She says "Cosette, I love you very much." 

I know a place where no one's lost, 
I know a place where no one cries, 
Crying at all is not allowed, 
Not in my castle on a cloud.