I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies
That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze
Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes
On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes
A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace
Lies still in the magic of a timeless place
One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves
That rest on their hands with the touch of love
On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down
And make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown
And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea
As it washed 'round the foot of the seashell tree
The doves circle over and land in the trees
Where parrots are talking their words with such ease
Thus spoke three wizards to the young ones that day:
"There's sadness in the kingdom, make it go far away"
If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers
To the palace of the White Queen with its white jade towers
The youngest, she sighed, then the clouds drew away
And a hundred small fingers scratched their heads in dismay.
From out of the sun a giant gull came flying
And the children got ready to sit on its wings
They waved to the raindrops as they soared o'er the trees
The wind tossed their hair high, flashing gold on the sea
They came to the castle and there they did fall
And they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall
A princess lay a-sleeping so gentle and kind
Whilst her prince took to battle with his confused mind
The clash of bright metal brought the children fear
But their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of these tears
Thus children held hands and they spelled out her name
All the golden children became a golden chain
It lies on a white throne in a magic place
With a tunic of velvet and a gown of white lace
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a lake
In a dream I was told that my princess would wake