Dreams keep running through my mind
Reflecting memories of long ago,
Made in a land of fairy tales,
A place my heart longs for so.
Cut off from the rest of the world
With streams, and meadows to roam.
Viewed from a little girl's eyes,
A place that would always be home.
A place where berries grew wild,
Where rabbits and squirrels were seen,
Where a raccoon could be a friend,
And deer played down by the stream.
A world where imagination made all come true
And a little girl could be a queen,
Where daydreams were spun like cobwebs,
But a world where everything wasn't what it seemed.
For every little girl has to grow up,
And daydreams shatter in your hands.
You find the home that you thought was your own
Is nothing but a simple piece of land.
The flowers don't seem to bloom so bright
And fairy tales no longer come true.
For it is seen now through grown up eyes,
It's no longer the world that you knew.
But still ... somewhere ... in the back of my mind
That place will always remain,
From all those memories of long ago
To beckon me back, time and again.