The nimble waters with melodious feet.
PRELUDE TO A PHANTASY
I will tell thee of Far-Away, of Far-Away, of Far-Away,
I will tell thee of Far-Away
The home of wandering dreams;
For they come out of Far-Away
To show us how to love and play,
And when they’ve wandered for a day
Must return, it seems.
There’s more than gold in Far-Away, in Far-Away, in Far-Away,