When you've grown up my dears, And are as old as I, You'll often ponder on the years That roll so swiftly by, my dears, That roll so swiftly by. And of the many lands, You will have journeyed through, You'll oft recall The best of all, The land your childhood knew! Your childhood knew.
Toyland! Toyland! Little girl and boy land! While you dwell within it, You are ever happy then. Childhood's Toyland. Mystic merry Toyland, Once you've crossed its borders, You can never return again.
When you've grown up, my dears, There comes a dreary day. When 'mid the locks of black appears The first pale gleam of gray, my dears, The first pale gleam of gray. Then of the past you'll dream As gray-haired grown-ups do, And seek once more Its phantom shore, The land your childhood knew! Your childhood knew.
Toyland! Toyland! Little girl and boy land! While you dwell within it, You are ever happy then. Childhood's Toyland. Mystic merry Toyland, Once you've crossed its borders, You can never return again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
