Classic Poem

VERSE 1

On the other side of the moon,
Ever so far,
Beyond the last little star,
There's a land, I know,
Where the good songs go,
Where it's always afternoon.
And snug in a haven of peace and rest,
Like the dear old songs that we love the best,

REFRAIN

It's a land of flowers
And April showers,
With sunshine in between.
With roses blowing and rivers flowing
'Mid rushes growing green.
Where no one hurries
And no one worries
And life runs calm and slow.
And I wish someday I could find my way
To the land where the good songs go.

VERSE 2

Dear old songs forgotten too soon,
They had their day,
And then we threw them away,
And without a sigh we would pass them by
For some other, newer tune.
So off to a happier home they flew,
Where they're always loved and they're always new.

REPEAT REFRAIN