Peter Pan

Oh, my lost boy,

Where are you Peter Pan?

I'm waiting for you to take me

Off to Neverland.

I want you to sneak up

In the depths of the night

And I'll be there waiting,

Waiting patiently, without fright

Shimmy up my siding,

And hide among the trees

Fly to my windowsill

And kiss my cheek, to wake me.

Grab my hand,

I will grab yours,

And as i defy gravity

We can fly across the shores

Glitters of gold dust

Will cascade down and about

Much like the stars in the heavens

Guiding us; we're home-bound.

Second star, on the right, he will say

And straight on until morning

From here on out,

I will wonder if my feet will ever again

Touch the flooring

We can ride the soft wind

All the way to Neverland.

And we'll never have to fret

About the tedious worries of man.

Oh my lost boy,

Dressed in green

With crimson hair,

And eyes of a chestnut sheen

Where are you,

Peter Pan?

Are you the break of dawn,

In the first kisses of morning onto thousands of sleeping lawns?

Or are you the shimmer of the moon

As dusk mantles the earth in dark hues?

Peter Pan,

My lost boy,

Peter Pan,

I'm waiting for you to take me

To Neverland.