Dreamchild کے بول

When everything's dark The moon changes into clouds And among the crowd I can't even find the shark The only sign I need Somewhere I can stay A good place far away With blue birds to feed High on the hill, as a strawberry field A land made of dreams keep the light from the dark and the sins The bear on my knees The flowers down the trees And now I can call Oh my dreamchild, take me home High on the hill, as a strawberry field A land made of dreams keep the light from the dark and the fears