
Imaginarium, a dream emporium!
Caress the tales
And they will read you real
A storyteller’s game,
Inside he flicks the gate
The calling heart
Is a limitless chest of tales…
I am the voice of never, never land,
The innocence of dreams from every man,
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan,
A soaring 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
Imaginarium, a dream emporium!
Caress the tales
And they will read you real
A storyteller’s game,
Inside he flicks the gate
The calling heart
Is a limitless chest of tales…
I am the voice of never, never land,
The innocence of dreams from every man,
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan,
A soaring 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

