Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2017

I waken in far Babyland
Where children play in the roses
And the sky is blue
Like the water, too
And round about me children sing
And I walk with them
And I talk with them
And they tell me I am unknown
So I follow them to the hidden glen
Where only more children are known

And sleeping in far Babyland
A princess--charming and fair
And I seek to wake
So that I might take
Her lovely form unto my own
So I enter, then
And I smile again
And I say that I will be true
So, I kiss her lips, and an apocalypse
Has happened upon we two