Deep in the canyon
down in the old woods
where the hermit thrushes sing,
I sit where the sun shines
in a ferny circle and fly away
on daydreams wings.
I fly and I fly to my daydream land,
I fly and I fly till the sun goes down,
I fly and I fly till the moon comes up,
and then I fly back home.
And then I fly back home.
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