Marc Bolan - Beyond the rising sun

You've ^Amheard about the Fairyland where people walk hand in hand I ^Ctell you I ^Fknow where it ^Cis It's ^Ampast the apples of the Sun near the land of the Golden One Far be^Cyond the ^Frising ^Csun^Am

You ^Ampass the oceans of this land, pass the man with the golden hand You ^Csmile as you ^Fwatch the dragons ^Cfly And ^Amplay upon the golden shore, and bang upon the magic door Be^Chind which ^Fpeople never ^Cdie, hey^Am

^AmFinally you make the scene, you see things you never dreamed You ^Cthought they were ^Fonly in your ^Cmind Where ^Amunicorns and young gods play from the break of dawn to the end of day ^CAlways ^Fhappy and ^Ckind in their ^Amminds^{C Am}