Oh they are so many there, you won’t believe your eyes: they are golden and green, wonders to be seen and it’s a gentle dream and warm likewise. Chorus: Come along, it’s not far now, just you wake, ere the flakes make your bed of snow. The bell and the flute can you hear them too - too roo loo ding dong? And the minstrels sing about everything I’m tired. The road, is it still long? Let’s just stop and rest a while, my love, come, sit beside me now, just a little wink and then I think your weary girl is ready to go. That’s it my love, and close your eyes, so you shall see this too, come close them, quick, ’fore that dancing chick shall leave and show no more to you. The Queen and the louse, and the silver mouse, can you see them too, can you see the hills and the daffodils and the snow-white gate... Wake fore it’s too late! the calm flowing stream... It’s an illusion, a dream Wake, we must soon be on our way.