The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat
A railroad across water, the scent of grandfatherly love Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly's wings
Where is the wonder, where's the awe? Where's dear Alice knocking on the door? Where's the trapdoor that takes me there? Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare?
Where is the wonder, where's the awe? Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for? Before the years take me I wish to see The lust in me
I want my tears back I want my tears back now
A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa