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
