There is a land, in the realm of imagination;
A land, where the rainbow shines through at every smile,
and snow trembles from the clouds at every frown.
There is a land, in the realm of imagination;
it is beautiful and it is invisible,
it is real and it is surreal.
There is a land, in the realm of imagination;
The air that pervades is there is happiness,
sometimes insignificantly still -
and sometimes swingingly strong.
There is a land, in the realm of imagination;
it is beautiful and it is invisible,
it is real and it is surreal.
There is a land, in the realm of imagination;
Where flows the stream of morose-ness,
the stream which can push afloat - and pull inwards.
There is a land, in the realm of imagination;
it is beautiful and it is invisible,
it is real and it is surreal.
There is a land, in the realm of imagination;
Where the demons and angels fight,
and where the war and peace reside, side by side.
There is a land in the realm of imagination;
it is a fantasy and a sliver of reality,
it is but vapor and it is the home of the mind,
there is a land in the realm of imagination.