Shores of Fantasy

At the edge of the ocean we stand poised Ready to be taken to faerie The land is perilous for some but it calls to us as it called to Prentice long ago We all yearn for a star on our brows To walk in mist - enshrouded meadows and to see flowers of unearthly beauty growing A riot of joyous color The touch of a magical hand will give us this chance In Faerie eternal spring and lights from the north form the patterns we love The King and Queen of that land ate calling us Let's leave these mortal shores And hear the lovely sounds Of golden harps and flutes played by ethereal beings The golden stories flow here like a river This magic will change us FOREVER