Come, little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come, little children
The times come to play
Here in my garden of shadows

Follow, sweet children
I’ll show thee the way
Through all the pain
And the sorrow
Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty and passions

Hush now dear children
It must be this way
Too weary of life, and deceptions

Rest now my children
For soon we'll away
Into the calm, and the quiet

Come, little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come, little children
The times come to play
Here in my garden of shadows