Christine

Come little children I′ll take thee away Into a land of enchantment Come little children The time's come to play Here in my garden of shadows Follow sweet children I′ll show thee the way Through all the pain And the sorrows Weep not poor children For life is this way Murdering beauty and passions Hush now dear children It must be this way Too weary of life And deceptions Rest now my children For soon we'll away Into the calm and the quiet Come little children I'll take thee away Into a land of enchantment Come little children The time′s come to play Here in my garden of shadows