Beatles meet Cole Porter in the land of Oz. Subdued fantasy, wishing to escape one's troubles.
Words and Music by Ronnie Hock
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Wrote this in a waiting room, waiting for my wife's chemotherapy treatment
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Come with me in my time machine…
We’ll fly away to a magic place…
No tears, only laughter, and animal crackers
And trampolines, a magic ring
A carpet ride to the other side…
A garden wall and a waterfall…
We’ll swim with the fishes.
The sun is a lemon…
Our own Mandalay, to dream away
A little place where we can hide away…
We’ll sail our raft into the sun
Maybe we’ll climb a ladder to the moon
Fireflies on a summer night…
A light in the forest…
We’ll all sing a chorus
The hammock swings
In a gentle breeze…
The stars are above us…
Sail away…
Sail away…
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