^CmI will bring you gold ^Fmapples ^Cmand grapes made of ^Fmruu--^G#bies That have shone in the ^Fmeyes of ^A# a prince of the breeze.

^CmBright cascading c^Fmrystals, ^Cmthey danced in the ^Fmsaaand ^G#dunes On the beach of no ^Fmfootprints ^A# to harpsichord tunes.

^CmA throne of white ^Fmivory, ^Cma gown of white ^Fmlaaaa^G#ce Lies still in the m^Fmagic ^A# of a timeless place.

^CmOne hundred small ^Fmchildren, ^Cmthey laugh at the w^Fmhiiiiite ^G#doves That rest on their ^Fmhands ^A#with the touch of love.

^CmOn a hillside of ^Fmvelvet ^Cm the children ^Fmtheeeeey lay ^G#down And make fun of the ^Fmgrown-ups ^A# with their silly frown.

^CmAnd the sound of their^Fm laughter ^Cmis the sound of the g^Fmreeeen ^G#sea As it washed around ^Fmthe foot of ^A# the seashell tree.

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^CmThe doves circle ^Fmover ^Cm and land in the ^Fmtreee^G#es Where parrots are ta^Fmlking ^A# their words with such ease.

^CmThus spoke three ^Fmwizards ^Cm to the young ones that ^Fmdaaa^G#y: "There's sadnes^Fms in the kingdo^A#m, make it go far away."

^CmIf you follow the ^Fmsunbeams ^Cm through the valley of ^Fmfloooo^G#wers To the palace of the ^FmWhite Queen ^A# with its white jade towers.

^CmThe youngest, she ^Fmsighed then ^Cmthe clouds drew ^Fmawaaa^G#ay And a hundred small ^Fmfingers ^A#scratched their heads in dismay.

^CmFrom out of the ^Fmsun a ^Cm giant gull came ^Fmflyyy^G#ing And the children got ^Fmready ^A# to sit on its wings.

^CmThey waved to the^Fm raindrops ^Cmas they soared over the ^Fmtree^G#es The wind tossed their ^Fmhair high, ^A#flashing gold on the sea.

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^CmThey came to the ^Fmcastle ^Cm and there they did ^Fmfaaaaa^G#ll, And they saw all the ^Fmsadness, ^A#through the crystal wall.

^CmA princess lay a-^Fmsleeping ^Cm so gentle and ^Fmkiiiin^G#d Whilst her prince ^Fmtook to battle ^A#with his confused mind.

^CmThe clash of ^Fmbright metal ^Cm brought the children ^Fmfeee^G#ar, But their cloaks of ^Fmblue satin ^A# dried up all of these tears.

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^CmThus children held ^Fmhands and ^Cm they spelled out their ^Fmnaaa^G#ame All the golden ^Fmchildren ^A#became a golden chain.

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^CmIt lies on a ^Fmwhite throne ^Cm in a magic ^Fmplaa^G#ace With a tunic of ^Fmvelvet ^A#and a gown of white lace.

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^CmMy sword, it lies ^Fmbroken ^Cmand cast in a ^Fmlaaa^G#ke In a dream I was ^Fmtold that ^A#my princess would wake.

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