In the land of sleep, where shadows play,
There lives a star that glows all day.
Whispering winds sing soft and light,
Guiding dreams into the night.
Through the forest, where the daisies grow,
A path of silver begins to glow.
Follow the tune of the nightingale's song,
And find the place where you belong.
The river flows with stories old,
Of brave little tales that never get told.
Listen close to the water's glee,
And drift along, soft as a leaf.