locoland

Till human voices wake us and we drown, oh, let us dream among the summer clouds as though we never shall be woken, and let us run through blooming meadow flowers, among the forest's rows of wooden towers where elves' and fairies' tales are spoken. Till signs of life intrude upon our sleep, oh, let us dance and 'neath stars bathe our feet and bring our wildest dreams to life, and let us cast the woes of day aside and, in the endless darkness, freedom find where joy and wonder conquer strife. Till morning's breath upon our brows is blown and sun's soft light upon our eyes is thrown, oh, let us talk of liberty, and though the nig