The Land of the Free

Come follow me,

I'll take you away,

To a magical land,

In which we'll stay.

Far from the troubles,

And the burdens of life,

Where there's no struggle,

No hardship or strife.

We'll thrive from the sunshine,

Breathe in the fresh air,

In this place of perfection,

That cannot compare.

We'll walk in the grass,

With the barest of feet,

And run through the fields,

Until we're beat.

With flowers in our hair,

And smiles on our face,

I think we'll be happy,

In our magical place.

Where hearts are renewed,

And lovers can be,

This place where we're happy,

Alive, and free.