Were thy hair yet a magic carpet
Forthwith to fly wouldest you and I
Above branches weighted down with leaves of pale green
In search of sights by mortal eyes still left unseen
We are two, this world is infinite in things to see and do
If that magic carpet has a room next to you
With a pillow to rest our heads when day is through
Magic carpet
Wake, dear, and know the world below
Just they with wings rightly see such things
Faded the worries gazed from heights climbed through belief
Where golden birds through silver clouds fly without rŠµlief
Magic carpet