Somewhere far, far away,
There is a place, some people say,
Where the grass is always a bright, bright green,
Where everything's tranquil and serene,
And shooting stars can be seen.

Somewhere far, far away,
There is a place, some people say,
Where nobody's ever got a rumbling belly,
There's pies and ice creams and wobbly jelly,
And around every corner is a nice, new deli,

Somewhere far, far away,
There is a place, some people say,
Where the flowers bloom all year round,
Where roses like pictures are found,
And you always feel safe and sound.

Somewhere far, far away,
There is a place, some people say,
Where everybody is gentle and calm,
And where you know you'll never come to harm,
Where you settle disputes with grace and charm.

Somewhere far, far away,
There is a place, some people say,
Where death's hand has never reached,
Where a widow's cry has never been screeched,
Where a funerals rites has never been preached.

But that land is far, far away,
That land of infinite play,
Where everyone has the rights to say,
I plan to go there, one day,
And when I go I plan to stay.