Time to go to dreamy land,
Where the fairies hold your hand,
Where all the colors seem so bright,
And trees can also produce light,
Hear me calling if you might,
Because I am wishing you good night.
Time to go to dreamy land,
Where the fairies hold your hand,
Where all the colors seem so bright,
And trees can also produce light,
Hear me calling if you might,
Because I am wishing you good night.
