It was the night before, When all through the world, No words, no dreams Then one day, A writer by a fire Imagined all Gaia Took a journey into a child-man's heart
A painter on the shore Imagined all the world Within the snowflake on his palm Unframed by poetry, A canvas of awe Planet Earth falling back in to 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 A 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 Away to taste the night The elusive high Follow the madness Alice, you know once did
Imaginarium, a dream emporium Caress the tales And they will dream you real A 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 Queen of Peter Pan A 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